"in tune with the Infinite, in rhythm with the Finite"
- A cool thing about this website: check out my calendar page, where can be found Sufi events in Tucson and online, literary events, and more.
It's natural, almost cliche', for a writer to be drawn to Sufism. For most of us in the West, "Sufism" means Rumi and Hafiz, two poets of ecstasy and beauty. I've loved those poets since my childhood too, but I was also lucky enough to grow up in a house with books by Idries Shah and Hazrat Inayat Khan among other Sufi thinkers. And I'm a Greek geek of all things etymological, so I was quite young when I recognized that "sufi" is a Semitic pronunciation of "sophia" and allied words--that this is a wisdom religion, forged at a time when there was crosss-pollination with the Greek-speaking world.
So, this is my home. I never used to mind that my blogger blog changed its surname to .co.il when I was in Israel or .co.de in Germany or .co.uk in England. My name, too, sounds different in different countries. It sounds different in every mouth that speaks it, but the same "sort" of different in different countries.
Now here I am in Tucson...
Two books arrived in my mailbox; three more downloaded to my Kindle. I had listened to a podcast whose message I appreciated and felt moved to send them a comment.
My confidence at getting any of it done was mediocre. But as a junior high kid, I read seven books per week without breaking stride except perhaps to limp slightly as the ungainly lumps of book shifted on my back on the way home.
How is it we adults get to be so overloaded? My thirteen-year-old self offers some answers.