Finding Ourselves in Our Soul Mirror

The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak

The Forty Rules of Love was chosen by my Bahraini book club.  The Bahraini women are the majority but the group includes a Mexican, a Belgium, a couple of Americans and a French woman.  We read books from an international selection of authors including Elif Shafak the female, Turkish author of this month’s choice.

The Forty Rules of Love is a multi-layered novel.  An American housewife is charged with editing a novel about the mystic Rumi and it changes her life.  Rumi was a gifted Islamic preacher and teacher who, in the book, developed into RUMI the Sufi poet after he met his soul-mirror named Shams of Tabriz.

In the novel within the novel, the dervish Shams’ forty rules are rolled out like an antique Persian carpet.

One of Shams’ rules is

“Loneliness and solitude are two different things.  When you are lonely, it is easy to delude yourself into believing that you are on the right path.  Solitude is better for us, as it means being alone without feeling lonely.  But eventually it is best to find a person, the person who will be your mirror.  Remember, only in another person’s heart can you truly see yourself and the presence of God within you.”  Pg 72.

In modern Western culture the idealized life partner is called our soul mate.  But a soul mirror is different.

Rumi and Shams’ friendship reminded me of my friend YeYeIfe.

Like Ella the female protagonist in the novel, YeYeIfe was an American housewife who after raising her children discovered her husband was not her soul mate.  They divorced.  I met her when we both became students at the Immaculate Heart College Center.

She was a kind of exotic bird: a white woman wearing a leopard print skirt, armloads of African bracelets and high heeled mules.  Shortly after meeting her, YeYeIfe became an initiate of an African spiritual practice and had to cleanse herself of her previous life.  I was shocked when, wrapped in a white smock, she cut off her hair and swore off cosmetics for one year.

As we studied theology, YeYeIfe actively transformed her body, mind and spirit.  Like Shams who taught Rumi the twirling dervish dance, YeYeIfe used dance to connect with God.

I watched YeYeIfe’s progress with awe.  After the end of her year, when her mind and her time were freed, we started talking.  In her I discovered my soul mirror.  Like Shams and Rumi, we sat by ourselves in a room and talked about everything to do with spirit, God and existence.  When we were apart we wrote to each other.

A couple years later, the distance between us literally grew when I moved to San Francisco from LA.  But that did not end our friendship.

But after I married, I quit looking at my soul.  Instead I became mesmerized by my face reflected in my babies’ eyes.  During those years the distance between me and my friend became so great that we lost contact.

Now my babies are children and as I read Elif Shafak’s book I wondered, where is my soul mirror?

A Google search found her referenced in a book.  I contacted the author.  He said after he interviewed her several years ago, she moved to South America.  I imagine her like the itinerant Shams trading healing stories for food and teaching those who are called to dance.

I describe The Forty Rules of Love as Sufi-light.  It is entertaining while explaining Sufi thought without having to read Rumi and tease out the meaning behind his poetic metaphors.  Perhaps it will inspire more people to seek out their soul mirrors who can help them see God within.

An interesting publishing note: Elif Shafak’s hardcover book can be purchased on Amazon.com but not the ebook.  For the Kindle version, you have to use Amazon.co.uk.

Censoring Le Chat Botté

Puss in Boots Édition Curmer (1843) Le Chat Botté

Charles Perrault wrote Le Maître Chat, or Le Chat Botté  three hundred plus years ago.

A quick Google search shows since then The Master Cat or Puss in Boots  has been retold countless times : translated into English in 1729, 1812 retold in The Grimm Brother’s book Kinder- und Hausmärchen, 1889 in The Blue Fairy Book, danced in Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty in 1890, Disney’s 1922 black and white cartoon, and on television in the 1980s Faerie Tale Theater.  Although the DreamWorks newly released animation has no resemblance to Perrault’s classic, the movie retained the title Puss in Boots.

That is, everywhere but the Gulf where the movie was renamed Cat in Boots.

Cat in Boots Coming Soon to a Gulf Theater Near You

The local distributors claims the title change (in English) to Cat in Boots is easier for the local population to understand.

I don’t buy their explanation.

Since the government censors are allowing the movie, they must not be concerned by a self declared rebel hero who defends the poor from injustice.

I think they are worried this Puss in Boots,

 

Blythe-eyed Puss In Boots

will be translated into this Puss in Boots.

Puss in Boots by Chup at Cabra

Just When You Thought It was Time for a Nap – Boxing Day

Bûche de Noël - the Yule Log cake my French Canadian friend brought for Christmas Eve.

With so many nationalities in one place, nearly every month there is a National Day or a religious holiday.  During the Christmas holidays our expatriate friends substitute for our blood family and the holidays become a whirlwind of festivities as everyone makes an effort to celebrate.

And because wives cannot work, we have the time to plan parties.

Irish Christmas Lunch

The eating fest started last Wednesday when my Irish friend hosted a ladies’ Christmas lunch complete with appetizers, soup, main course, pudding (English for dessert) and the final cheese plate.  Every day since, it has been an amazing array of non-stop dinners, shopping, wrapping, hiding presents, decorating, cooking, and getting dressed up.

Christmas Day Dinner

Last night around 10pm after our Christmas Day dinner, I literally thought my stomach was going to pop.  We had eaten three large meals in a row – Christmas Eve dinner, Christmas Day Brunch and Christmas Day Dinner.

And today, December 26th, is Boxing Day.  Almost every Western country but the USA celebrates something today.

Yesterday a British lady told me Boxing Day was the day they threw out their old boxers to make room for their new clothes.  Last night my American friend who was raised in London corrected that modern day interpretation.  She said the day after Christmas the servants were given the day off to visit their friends and family.  The leftover food was boxed up and taken for their celebrations.

In the UK commonwealth, December 26th is a national holiday.  Sporting events, like fox hunts, are held.  It is also the day to visit the friends who you would have preferred celebrating with but could not because of family obligations.  And like every other holiday in the US, Boxing Day has evolved into another shopping day as the stores start their sales.

The Stoning of Saint Stephen (1625) by Rembrandt

My Irish ancestors celebrated Saint Stephen’s Day on December 26th.  St. Stephen was the first Christian martyr stoned to death by a mob for blasphemy.  The story is traditionally boys stoned wrens on this day because a wren betrayed St. Stephen.

In Sweden where my maternal ancestors came from, the 26th  was the second of the twelve days of Christmas and a different St. Stephen was remembered.  In old Sweden, horses were raced or drunken men sang carols while riding on horseback from village to village.

This evening our British friends invited us over for a Boxing Day party.

What I need to figure out in the next six hours is whether I should make a meat pie from the leftover turkey, borrow a horse and a guitar or just gather up our old underwear to distribute among the guests.

Merry Christmas 2011

Christmas Tree at Bahrain Ritz Carlton 2011

I hope your Christmas day was merry and bright.  And it was everything you imagined it to be.

Santa's Message "Peace On Earth Goodwill to Humans"

If Ginger Rogers Was in Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol

Tom Cruise Climbing Up Burj Khalifa

Watching Tom Cruise climb up the Burj Khalifa in Mission Impossible, Ginger Roger’s infamous quote “I do everything he does…but backwards and in high heels” came to mind.

Cruise used electronic wall-grabbing gloves to climb UP the world’s tallest building.  To identify his mark, he wore contact lens embedded with computer chips.  From the grave, Steve Jobs applauded his Iphone innovations.

But – could he have saved the world wearing an abaya like these Iranian policewomen?

Would Agent Hunt have even accepted his mission if the IMF provided a black hatchback and not the BMW i8 with its flip-up door?

BMW i8 Gallery Exterior Photo

Santa Getting His Pre-Christmas Spa Treatment

Santa Claus at Ritz Carlton Bahrain

Leaving the beach, we ran into Santa in the Ritz Carlton’s Spa lobby.

Since only hotel guests and club members can use the Ritz’s facilities we figured he was taking a pre-Christmas vacation.

Always prepared in case children recognized him, he had wrapped marshmallows stowed in his bag.   He wished us a Merry Christmas and gave an obligatory ho-ho-ho before he signed in for his Moroccan scrub and sauna.

You just never know who will show up in Bahrain.

Seeing the World Through a Billionaire’s Lens

Ace and the Cousins in their tie dyed shirts

To celebrate the school’s fiftieth anniversary, the children were allowed to wear gold or a 60s outfit on the last day of school.

Ace who cannot be in the room when I eat a banana wanted to go dressed like a banana.  His friend Rex and he are Osprey house captains and thought it would be funny to be the Osprey’s Top Bananas.  Cute – but I was not in the mood to figure out how to make that happen.

When Ace insisted Rex’s mom was having a banana costume tailored for him, I could not believe it.  Besides raising four children, his mom, Irish author Anne Dunlop, exercises, writes, blogs, and teaches horse riding.  I called her and she said,

“Absolutely not!  I cannot be bothered.  I bought him a gold Chinese jacket from the thrift shop.”

When I told Ace he could go as a mustard seed, he decided to wear the gold and red tie dyed shirt he bought at the Iowa State Fair last summer.

Ace with Tie Dye Artist at Iowas State Fair 2011

Mark saw himself as a robotic street performer and wanted gold sunglasses.

I said “Sort through my glasses.  You can use my old orange aviators.”

“Mom look at me,” he said modeling a black pair of sunglasses.

Mark wearing Dr BK Modi Sunglasses

“You look fantastic.  But those are not my sunglasses,” I said.  “Do you know who they belong to?”

He quickly took them off.  “No,” he said a little nervous he was in trouble.

Dr. Bhupendra Kumar Modi aka BKM, Chairman of Spice

“Those belong to Dr. Modi, the Chairman of Spice.  He’s the Indian Buddhist billionaire.”

“Really? How did you get them?”

“Dad met with him and Dr. Modi left them in Dad’s car.  You can wear them.  He didn’t want them back.”

“Thanks Mom!”  He hid them in the cupboard so Ace would not take them.

Accessing his father’s less than 6 degrees of separation, Mark wowed his friends with his golden moves and his BKM sunglasses.

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