It is early morning in Vancouver, and I was reflecting on my recent encounter with Esin, Rumi's great, great granddaughter in Turkey.
I met her initially at a conference where I was speaking. Thereafter we met for coffee, and she graciously invited me to her house for dinner. We had a great Turkish dinner and she gave me a wonderful gift of Mevlana's (how Rumi is remembered in Turkey) work throughout centuries.




