As many of us know too well, New Year’s can bring us dejection as we review, unkindly, all that we have and haven’t done to date. Having been hard on myself lately almost to the point of cruelty, the passages from Rumi below, which I wrote out for myself just yesterday, seemed blessings. And, of course, Rumi intended them to be blessings for me – and for you, and for anyone else who might come to read them at any point on the space-time continuum. So I’m passing them on to you wherever and however you are, with a couple of bridges of my own (one angelic, one golden) to help carry you over to and through the coming year.
But listen to me.
For one moment, quit being sad.
Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you. God.
The chess master says nothing
other than moving the silent chess pieces.
Be silent and do not try to add up what has been given.
An uncountable grace has come to you.
Wishing you extravagant joys, despite all the spite, throughout 2023, LR.