“Language and music are possible only because we’re empty, hollow, and separated from the source. All language is a longing for home.” ~ Coleman Barks
The Reed Flute’s Song
Stay where you are
inside such a pure, hollow note. ~ Rumi
The last few years, perhaps because of Covid and the enforced isolation, each time I say good-bye when family leaves after a visit, I am filled with sadness. The scale of the sadness is in direct proportion to the joy I just shared while we were visiting. There are no words to convey the depth of my feeling. There are no words to hold all the love I wish to pour onto my loved ones. Although I have just spent a wonderful afternoon or evening with my children, or siblings, or cousins, I immediately long for more time with them once the door is closed and they are on their way. Is this even close to the longing Rumi is expressing?

(personal photo taken when we were visiting Vancouver Island)
(personal photo)
(credit: Ruedi Beglinger – photo taken at Moloch Hut, Selkirk Mountains)

