Happy Ramadan everyone. May we all not die this month, survive our fasts, strive to amp up that faith, get closer to God, be kinder and more empathetic to ourselves and others, be nicer to the planet, give more to the needy (instead of giving to our not-so-needy bellies) and take moments to reflect on the fleeting and ephemeral nature of this life and the eternal permanence of the next life. And now I will defer to the awesomeness of Rumi’s Ramadan poem. He always says it best -

O moon-faced Beloved,
the month of Ramadan has arrived
Cover the table
and open the path of praise.

O fickle busybody,
itโ€™s time to change your ways.
Can you see the one whoโ€™s selling the halvah
how long will it be the halvah you desire?

Just a glimpse of the halvah-maker
has made you so sweet even honey says,
โ€œIโ€™ll put myself beneath your feet, like soil;
Iโ€™ll worship at your shrine.โ€

Your chick frets within the egg
with all your eating and choking.
Break out of your shell that your wings may grow.
Let yourself fly.

The lips of the Master are parched
from calling the Beloved.
The sound of your call resounds
through the horn of your empty belly.

Let nothing be inside of you.
Be empty: give your lips to the lips of the reed.
When like a reed you fill with His breath,
then youโ€™ll taste sweetness.

Sweetness is hidden in the Breath
that fills the reed.
Be like Mary โ€“ by that sweet breath
a child grew within her.

- Rumi

Quick stop in Knoxville, TN this weekend (it had some cute parts but I infinitely prefer Asheville as far as mountain towns go - also my North Carolinians ppls are way nicer…)  (at Knoxville Riverfront)

Quick stop in Knoxville, TN this weekend (it had some cute parts but I infinitely prefer Asheville as far as mountain towns go - also my North Carolinians ppls are way nicer…) (at Knoxville Riverfront)