Rumi for the Soul.

I went to the Nur Spirituality Corner (3950 S us 17-92, suite 2000, Casselberry, FL) for a gathering centered on meditation, spiritual discussion, and finding peace and inner healing. Omar lead the discussion following a direct approach, in the footsteps of Rumi, prophetic teachings, and other spiritual masters, to awaken to what is already here and now: The Loving Divine Presence.

Everyone from any background and tradition was welcome.

 Rumi (1207 to 1273), was a 13th-century Persian Sunni Muslim poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic. His influence transcends national borders and ethnic divisions: Iranians, Tajiks, Turks, Greeks, Pashtuns, other Central Asian Muslims, and the Muslims of South Asia have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy for the past seven centuries.

The evening involved a spiritual lesson, chanting or and silent meditation, followed by an opportunity to reflect and share. The discussion centered around how some people perceive something with no love and no mercy. He told a story of a fishing trip. The fisherman sat in his small boat all day without catching anything. Then, as the sun set and the clouds illuminated a bright orange, he witnessed a playful pod of dolphins that leaped up from the water all around his boat. What had seemed like a wasted day was now glorious. We are all worthy of feeling that glory. Whenever there is hardship, good shall follow. The goal is to remain grateful.

“The pure one is plunged in love of the glorious, he is plunged in the light which is unbegotten. Go seek a love like this, if you are alive; otherwise, you are a slave to the changing ‘time'”. -Rumi  It amazes me that Trump America is spreading hate for Islam. If only people would look and see before they judge. It seems insane to hate someone you haven’t met.

The woman in a shawl closest to me became curious about my sketch. It turns out she is a graphic designer and knew of my work. The evening ended with a shared meal. Little girls played quietly and boys rushed about. Mothers and fathers relaxed enjoying each others company. The meal was delicious and I met a former New Yorker who lamented the loss of culture since she moved to Orlando. I tried to convince her that there is plenty of culture to to be found if you look hard enough.