Splash of the fountains
in the courtyards of the sun.
Orange trees give shade
Today the heat has been hard to bear. The usual breeze that brings some refreshment didn’t arrive today and even now as the call for Maghrib prayer is about to sound from my laptop it is hot and humid. The sky over the Mediterranean is pink and blue and the swallows of the village are returning to their nests under the church eaves. As they settle down for the night I continue writing. I have had a good writing day today. I completed some translation work this afternoon and wanted to press on with an article that needs to be finished tonight.
Divine Madness: Chapter 1: Romantic Love and the Love of God
This is an essay on romantic love and its twofold origins in the Cathar philosophy of the duality of matter and spirit, and the other in Islamic mysticism. The Cathars belief that matter was created by an evil demiurge required them to shun the body and spiritualize love in an act of courtly yearning. Sufism, the spiritual heart of Islam, provides the other current that contributed to the ideal of romantic love. It is the striving of the Sufi to reach union with the Divine and this was often expressed in the language of love and yearning. The love between a man and a woman is a reflection of Divine Love.
It’s a beautiful day but there is writing to do. I’ve got several articles to complete and I must make time to continue with my new novel which is still very much in its beginning stages. To be fair, it is not difficult to stay indoors during the day in July. Where I live, and that’s the mountains of Southern Spain, it is very, very hot and most people stay indoors until the evening. Then the village comes alive with the chatter of families and friends sitting on their terraces and patios. Children squeal and laugh with renewed energy after the lethargy of the day, and the night sky is magnificent.
I look forward to a walk after sundown in the refreshing breeze that hardly ever fails us at that time of day. But for the moment it is back to work and I am quite content to be sitting at my laptop within the shelter of these thick, ancient walls.
May I write as I breathe
With Hu, in Hu, through Hu
May my words be
As the beating of a pure heart
May silence bring forth the spoken
In the service of the Alive One