33. Dervish, You Say?

Oh, to rise from sleep like our little dog, Maggie.  Two big stretches and she is off and running, twirling and whirling like a Dervish!  They do whirl, the Dervish.  Bob won tickets from a radio contest to see the Whirling Dervish. We never dreamed we would ever get to see them.  Good grief you say?  Well, I'm here to tell you that the event was sold out.  What an amazing evening.  It is actually a religious service.  It is a part of the Sufi tradition of Islam practiced mostly in Turkey.  I would encourage you to go the link and read about them.  I couldn't do them justice with my explanation.  I wouldn't buy the cd, but the music was mesmerizing.  The intricate patterns of twirling like gyroscopes and all with their eyes closed.  All men, despite the long camel hair skirts.   Who knows, their whirling may just be the glue that keeps the Universe spinning.  I don't count anything out.  To each his own.  As long as their twirling arms don't hit me in the nose, I try to be open minded. It was spellbinding, that evening.

http://www.whirlingdervishes.org/whirlingdervishes.htm

I've been up since 4:30.  My poor old bones just hurt sometimes.  Most of the time I can get up and take a Doan's and go back to sleep.  Not this morning, so I've been reading

magazines that have stacked up.  I've found more recipes than I could possibly make, each one sounding better than the last, pages earmarked (like I'll remember why.)  Family Circle had twenty five salads spotlighted and they all sounded great!  Makes you tired and hungry at the same time just thinking about them.  But summer is coming and the days can be really

                                                                        hot in this gorgeous canyon, so I need to warm up the copier and start copying.  Trisha says no one wants to read a castoff magazine with pages missing.  I guess she's right. I donate them to waiting rooms because I hate to throw them away.  So I copy the recipes and articles that I want to keep.  I put them in a folder and put them on the recipe shelf and then in a couple of years I find them and wonder why I kept them and toss them.  Sounds like a make work project...you know I need more of those!