I spent the first 10 days of May in one of the most wonderful places on earth. Turkey. A different Turkey. Nothing to do with all-inclusive seaside resorts and grand bazaar. Turkey means also history, geography, poetry, cradle of civilizations.
The main reason for going there is : Rumi, the great philosopher, prophet, poet who enter into my life on May 3rd, 2010, when I clicked on "A year with Rumi" online course. During 365 days I received by email some his poems written 8 centuries ago. Most of them represented answers to my questions related to life and love. On May 3rd, 2011, I visited his homeplace, Konya the place where he lived and died on December 17th, 1273.
Some other great places that worth mentioning were Capadocia, Pamukale, Hierapolis, Efes. History. Energy. Greatness.
The diversity of the group I travel with, worth some comments. With the beauty of my thoughts, I attracted people from all continents, each of them mirroring some of my passions and traits.
The Americans mirrored my pragmatic approach, the South Africans - my passion for reading and writing, the Italians - my passion for beauty and art, the Chinese guy made me understand how important is to travel light thru life (he carried all his luggage in a plastic bag), my dearest friends from Singapore represent one of my few examples of a balanced, caring, happy family, with whom I share my interests for Budhism and Rumi. With such people, no wonder that time passed very fast and I felt fantastic.
The next day after my return a life threatening situation brought me to the surgery room of an important hospital in Romania. Surgery. Anestesia. Dreams. Rose gardens from Rumi's poems.
Then, a brand new day and a brand new ME was borned. In the last week, I feel that now everything is possible. I feel grateful and happy to be alive. Life is my oyster !
