impressions

i breathe, feel, open to what is, find a smile

releasing resistance, judgment, story, again, again, again…

traveling in mind and body

strange places indeed

maryland

dementia has brought my father to that place so many seek

living content in the moment

no pain from the past or anxiety for the future

no memory to sustain a story

am I really in turkey?!

istanbul

feels like a dream

soaring sacred spaces

crazy market scenes with very cool corners

big city energy

a relief to leave

göreme, cappadocia

wow

amazing interplay of Gaia and human, Mother and child

crazy beautiful natural stone formations

thousands of carved out rooms

sleeping in a hotel cave room carved thousands of years ago (perhaps 10,000)

tasty affordable food (finally)

a glorious down day (more, please)

konya

two hotel rooms!

sacred mystic poet Jalaluddin Rumi

lovingly known as Mevlana (Our Guide)

beautiful honored in his mausoleum

his words from the thirteenth century remind me:

Don’t worry about saving these songs!

And if one of our instruments breaks,

It doesn’t matter.

We have fallen into the place

where everything is music.

…

Stop the words now.

Open the window in the center of your chest,

And let the spirits fly in and out