I have an overwrought mind. My mind is overwrought.
I was going to blog about the weather. Oh, the weather. Frightful, wonderful. It’s raining and has been all morning. It’s also cold.
Cold, wet, miserable LOVELY weather. Weather that makes you stay in bed. Forces you to, really, as you succumb to the warmth and coziness of comforters and covers and, dare I say it, warm balls of fur.
But then I was thinking of Rumi:
“When ink joins with a pen, then the blank paper
can say something. Rushes and reeds must be woven
to be useful as a mat. If they weren’t interlaced,
the wind would blow them away.
Like that, God paired up
creatures, and gave them friendship.
It’s been on my mind a bit for a few different reasons. Partially because whenever I pick up the book, it falls open to that page with my scribbles and exclamation points. Partially because, meaning aside, it’s just lyrically beautiful.
And partially because of the quilt thing.
Lyrical Fool 