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Rumi's gift



You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.

Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.

It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.

So- I've brought you a mirror.

Look at yourself and remember me.


Jalaluddin Rumi said it all.  
That's her in the mirror.
The face is the mirror of the soul. 
She sees joy, despair, hope, doubt.

This is the end of another year in her life.
A time to reflect and express her emotions.
Love, forgiveness, healing and trust dominate all kinds of thoughts.
She did many things right but she wavered too.

Listen to your inner voice.
Pressure? Deal with it!
Quiet successes inspire her with confidence.
Failures provide just the spur she needs.
As she looks back on the past year, she is grateful that she got through it.
Rumi, thank you for your gift!
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