sufi · Day 14 · Week 2
The Reed's Song
This story reframes moments of feeling 'empty' or disconnected. In the first trimester, when so much is happening unseen, this story reminds you that this quiet, hidden phase is a sacred preparation. Your body is creating a space, a vessel, for a new soul, just as the reed is hollowed to hold music.
This emptiness is not a curse, little one. It is an invitation for the Beloved to enter.
The sun bled orange and rose across the rooftops of Konya. In the courtyard of Jalaluddin Rumi’s home, a hush had fallen, broken only by the coo of a distant dove. The air, thick with the scent of jasmine and dust, was beginning to cool.
Under the twisting branches of a mulberry tree, three men sat on a simple woven rug. There was Rumi, his eyes deep pools of contemplation. Beside him sat his mysterious and radiant teacher, Shams-i-Tabrizi, a man who seemed more like a visitor from the sun than a resident of the earth.