I’m at a cafe that I previously frequented in Arab street Singapore, the ‘Whirling Dervish’. Actually the next alley is Haji lane.

I visited the body, casquet, of Rumi once when I was in Konya, Turkey. The father of the Whirling Dervishes. On the way here I thought about belief. Looking at people I imagined their lives, their beliefs.

Belief. We all have histories, I’m becoming much more aware of the uniqueness of peoples lives. The Whirling Dervish belief was inspiring, to whirl and find stillness. I tried it for a while, to whirl, and became mentally still.

2 thoughts on “Whirling

  1. Stephen ought to be reading this – it’s the home of paisley shirts! Hahaha 🙂

  2. Sufi dervish dancing is so fascinating. I was mesmerized by it in Istanbul, Turkey. And I too tried it as part of theatre practice – I recall finding calm and stillness amidst the kinetic movement – it was like being in the blue centre of a flickering flame. What was Konya like and how did you find the experience of dervish dancing?

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