Monday, January 10, 2011

Gridlocked at the intersection of Kyrgyz spirituality and Divine humaneness

A few years ago two Kyrgyz men, who enjoy my odd scriptural Kyrgyz life-mix, invited me to their sheriné (a circle of friends). I still haven't left their circle.

Last night one friend started a unique form of what the Judaeo-Christian world would call "prophetic" and Kyrgyz-sufis would consider "seeing".  Very inspired.

Through the night the sacred seemed to revel in the laughing, feasting, and socializing.  The Creator's O2.

I woke up this morning wrapped in wonderment, thanking God for letting me hitch a ride on a caravan that is routinely broadsided by the miraculous. 

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