We were fortunate to be able to bring Rumi's Caravan to two places this month, Berkeley and Redding. Soul nourishing for us, and hopefully for the audiences. We had our largest audience ever in Berkeley, and stayed with good friends in Redding, so both were wonderful.
This little poem arrived after we returned home.
When the caravan leaves,
all that remains are the story
and some leftover poems.
We sit around the lavish breakfast table
and tell the story, intone the orphan poems,
feast, laugh, and bask in the memories.
The tent is packed up and stowed away,
the instruments are in their cases,
the lavish garments folded and stored,
but the afterglow of good company and good words
lingers, as everyone departs for home
or the next oasis.
Photo by Larry Robinson, set by Larry Robinson and Rebecca Evert
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