the story of the stream

reading you a Sufi Parable

I scan the bookshelf at goodwill on friday morning, clutching my to-go coffee from home. One catches my eye, not because it is large or has a vibrant color, but because it’s edges are worn and the cover appears well-loved, as if it’s been opened hundreds of time for reference. Those are the books I’m most interested in. The perfect little gift to take h…