There is a special light in late August. The sky is the bluest blue and the sun the most golden yellow. There is a quietness and softness in the air. And every year I feel a kind of homesickness. A longing. Maybe for times past. Summertime and a rest from work offers a space for many to get lost in wonderful literature. This year I’ve discovered some great writers thanks to the recommendations of my local book club. In everything I read, I seek out words, phrases, ideas that resonate with me, and speak to me of the experience of life. They are the words I sometimes cannot find for myself even though I hunger to be so talented. I tag the pages, I note them down. I sometimes refer to them later in my therapy room. People love words I’ve discovered. The beautiful lines below are those I found this summer. From RUMI, whose simplicity of language never ceases to move me.
‘Out beyond ideas of wrong doing
and right doing,
there is a field.
I will meet you there.