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The following is an excerpt from my new novella entitled, “Quietude” available on Amazon January 9, 2024. Opening Widsom’s Door ⚛︎ “The quieter you become the more you are able to hear.” Many believed Rumi to be quite simple; in reality, her silence spoke of a wisdom that few understood.  She came into this world a stranger, and she left as a stranger.  It was rumored that she remained in silence for more than five years before eventually ending her fast on the spoken word.  When she finally broke her silence her first words were less than profound. “I’m quite

The following is an excerpt from my new novella entitled, “Quietude” available on Amazon January 9, 2024. ⚛︎ “The wound is the place where light enters you.” When she was a very young girl, Rumi seldom left her mother’s side.  Rumi simply called her, “Ma.”  On one occasion in her early life, she was separated from Ma in the marketplace of Nazaré amongst the hordes of people trying to buy goods and provisions.  For two hours, she searched for Ma while panic gripped her heart. “Where could she have gone?  Wonder if I never find her again?”  Rumi wondered, torturing

The following is an excerpt from my new novella, Quietude, available on Amazon January 9, 2024 ⚛︎ “As you start along the way, the way appears.” The cover was torn—the edges were tattered.  Everyone wondered what was so precious inside Rumi’s Little Red Book.  Those who took notice of her would watch her deliberately jotting notes on the blank pages within, completely absorbed in her own thoughts.  No one thought to ask her about it.  Instead, people told stories about the book—none of which were true. The book was given to her as a gift, the occasion unrecorded by history. 

⚛︎ “Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others.   Unfold your own myth.” When she was a young girl, Rumi never quite fit in.  She tried, until she didn’t.  Something inherently hidden deep inside of her knew that she was never supposed to be fully accepted.  She walked with a limp which never endeared her to other children.  The limp’s origins, at first mysterious, manifested after she was bitten by a dog.  A virus seeped into her joints and the limp followed.  Although the clinical term for her ailment was septic arthritis, the village where she