It was very sweet this morning as I sat in the mazaar of M.R. Bawa Muhaiyadeen.

I was alone but not alone. Sometimes I feel strongly there is someone right next to me.

I go most every morning to recite out loud prayers. There is never a morning when I leave the building that I don’t feel replenished, as if my cup is full.

It’s good because there is so much to pour into other cups.