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Thu, November 18

Soaring to Ecstasy

Isn't that a great title? I didn't make it up...It is the name of an event I went to earlier tonight at The Turkish House in United Nations Plaza.

No, I didn't happen upon this on a cultural whim. Brian (my ex physical therapist!) invited me, because one of his clients is the wife of the Professor who gave the presentation.

It was a celebration of the poetry and teachings of a spiritual leader in the 13th century, named "Rumi". I didn't quite grasp everything, but there was a lot of talk about "whirling" and "dervishes" (I love that word). Rumi, was the author of the "Mesnevi", which is considered the "Koran in Persian". The underlying idea in his poetry is an "absolute love of God."

"How lovely to halt and rest-and then to go on your way,
Not frozen nor muddled, to stay fresh by flowing away.
Yesterday is past and gone - so are your words of yesterday:
How lovely to find for each new day something fresh to say."
-Rumi

Basically, the Professor, and his daughter who is an actress, took turns reading portions of Rumi's writings and poetry, accompanied by a beautiful band of drummers and reed players, against a backdrop of slides depicting Rumi in tapestries and mosaics.

There was some Turkish food (black olive salad, some little meatballs), but by the time I got to it, there were only scraps. Hey, Turkish wine is pretty good!

After the show, the wife of the Professor repeatedly introduced Brian to everyone there, as "the man who helps me to walk." (Brian makes at home visits to his more elderly patients).

So that was the evening...

Tonight I came home to, who else, Erica and Zach on the couch. It looks like Zach is going to write something for the show, so I am crossing my fingers.

I went to J's last night to watch a bootleg version of the "Incredibles", but ended up having to just watch "The Tao of Steve", which I thought was a pretty smart movie.

I hated work today. It was this time last year too that I got so involved in my work, that it became like this automatic engine that just kept running all day with no purpose but to produce, produce, produce. I felt like I couldn't tell the difference between what "I" wanted to do, and the work I wanted to finish. Hard to explain...But kind of like there was this pull to do so much, and it was completely internalized...I like it when I feel that way about things that are "mine" like my painting, writing, dancing, etc. Yet, it was a pull that had to do with my job, and I wonder, is that healthy?

I can't wait to get these stitches out my back...I need to exercise. I need to move around. Grrrr.

I realized just this evening, that the "good guys", the ones that make good boyfriends, are guys who have gotten their hearts broken at least once. It humbles them. And then when they are able to trust again, they become that much more emotionally tangled in the girl, because they are so happy to be able to feel that way again. Or is it just a certain type of guy who is open to love and being loved? I am sure this goes both ways, for women as well as men I mean, but I feel like women in general are more open to falling in love or opening up to another person than men.

J's on a plane to L.A. for the weekend.

We're going to Mexico! For three weeks. Three weeks! I can't believe it...I've never been anywhere for that length of time...I've never spent three weeks with one person. He's asked me over and over if I'm cool with this, and I really am. It is a thrilling idea, because it is a risk in many ways.

Posted by lexzog at November 18, 2004 10:20 PM

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