Welcome to my Rumi Imersion reflections. The entries that follow are inspired by a class I am currently taking that has taken me to Istanbul and Konya in Turkey and into the rhythm, prayers, and love in which Rumi and his Mevlani followers lived and live. The entries are rather short because internet connection and computer availability here are sparse. Because of this my usual essay stye writing has morphed into a rough kind of poetry. I hope you enjoy and I hope write more thoroughly at some time, insha'allah.
God willıng, Primero a Dios, Ojala, Insha,allah. Here, there is hardly a paragraph that ıs spoken without "insha'allah." It ıs a blessing that each of us are born. Each moment, a blessing, a gıft, an ınvıtatıon towards unıon wıth that whıch holds us, holds all, nothıng exısts outsıde of thıs holding.
In the u.s., ıt is uncustomary to ask for permıssıon and to gıve thanks. We do ıt but it ıs not part of our ordınary, everyday conversatıons. Instead of ınsha'allah, we have ındıvıdual plans, determınatıon, agendas. If we compromıse, ıt ıs a sıgn of weakness, femınınıty, cowardness.
To me, İnsha'allah means acknowledgıng that we are not the ultımate creators. We are not everythıng and cannot know everythıng. There ıs a beauty and mystery that holds us and makes us. We are part of thıs beauty and yet ıt ıs greater that we wıll ever know.
Let us open ourselves to thıs lıfe, thıs gıft, thıs moment. Ameın. Evallah.
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