My life’s work with Hafiz and my other books with Penguin Random House will be at an important juncture this week (which happens to be my birthday week). This packhorse will be 76 on the 8th of December 2024. And these old hoofs keep moving, and will until they no longer can; for there still seems so much in my saddlebags that the Moon put there— some kind of real gold that can help feed this world, as I have seen from looking at some of the thousands of customer reviews about my books over a couple decades now, and from intelligent, discerning people, telling me in person.

Some, unlikely to have ever visited my website or read my blog, may be doing so this week and into the New Year, so wanted to offer this link as some, (perhaps) vital & so relevant information, maybe facts they do not know.

This link is to a blog entry I wrote from August 6, 2022; it is titled: The Body Is Like Mary.

Now it is December, and I am a big Christmas fan. And never had this thought before, but seems Rumi & Hafiz could be some kind of cosmic Santa gone poet, with lots of manna in their bag. And who couldn't use some well-cooked (as any good poem is) from love, and wanting to give? To help? 

To me, a real translation of Rumi or Hafiz, or an inspired rendering that might even give ya a more vital kick and offer a greater utility; could be likened to a wine barrel you can stick your heart and mind into. Or at least a punch bowl that beamed down Carl Jung into it— and the whole sky starts to sing— drink me! And you might laugh & dance, and weep in thanks— like you never have before. 

Good holidays.