Beloved Community,
Oh my gosh! Life is just an endless stream of blessings, opportunities, curiosities and a parade of color. I hope you are finding useful ways to follow inspiration and find nourishment for your entire beings. Wanna join us for some spiritual edification, exploration and delight? C’mon! 

Tonight, Thursday, January 7th and next week on the 14th – Gathas Class! – Bring a doughnut (if you want) and join us for a bit of music, some wazifa, reading and discussing Pir-O-Murshid Inayat Khan’s Gathas – 7 PM Mountain (2 AM Friday UTC) –

Friday, January 8th – Chant, Dance, Pray – 7 PM Mountain (2 AM Saturday UTC) – Zooming, ever onward! –

Monday January 11th (and every Monday) – Sufi Meditation – 9:30 AM Mountain (4:30 PM UTC) – ZOOM!!!

Saturday, January 16th – Zikr in honor of Murshid SAM’s Urs – We won’t do ALL SAM ditties, but will include a couple, and some teachings, practices, stories, giving thanks for the outrageous, luminous being who started the dances, encouraged our full humanness, cut through the bullshit in service to the Real. 7 PM (2 AM Sunday, UTC) –

Friday, February 5th – Unveiling the Beloved – in honor of Pir-O-Murshid Inayat Khan’s Urs – Khabir and I will be facilitating this session celebrating the Message of Spiritual Liberty, the Sufi teachings on Love, Harmony and Beauty, the dedication and vision of Inayat Khan – 10 AM Mountain (6 PM in Germany, 5 PM UTC )

EVERY SINGLE DAY – Noon Zoom! – 15 minutes of prayers and a super dose of community connection! – Join us any days that work for you. – 12 PM Mountain (7 PM UTC) –

Would you like to read a poem? Of course you would! Here is a sweet treat from Billy Collins: 

The Dead
The dead are always looking down on us, they say, 
While we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, 
they are looking down through the glass-bottom boats of heaven
as they row themselves through eternity. 

They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth, 
and when we lie down in a field or on a couch, 
drugged perhaps by the hum of a warm afternoon, 
they think we are looking back at them, 

Which makes them lift their oars and fall silent
and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes. 

Sending each of you great love, peace, hope and life!