It has been a dismal year for me. I don't want to review it except to say that I wasted it in petty anxieties.
Life is what you make of it to a large extent and anyone would think I had a hundred years ahead of me the way I fail to use the days well or wisely.
I've been reading lots more Rumi recently, there's so much of his writing and I love to read favourite verses in different translations because I get something new each time.
This piece warms me and gives me hope for the year ahead.
Come, come, whoever you are-
Wanderer; worshiper, lover of leaving-
What does it matter?
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Even if you have broken your vows
A hundred times-
Come, come again, come.