Sufi Whirling Workshops

Sufi whirling is a practice which moves us into surrender, love and eventually trance. It is a practice of purification. Traditionally, students of Sufism would first learn calligraphy and art, sciences and philosophy before learning to whirl. In todays time, we are gathering ourselves in the spirit of surrender and love. This work stems from the Turkish tradition which is inclusive – welcoming all who are sincere. You may come and join the caravan, in a safe and protected space, to get what you need to navigate your life in this moment. You might join the caravan as your path, which is especially profound. You might just come and experience.

Live music is provided by Seren Rose and Hannah Jewel, a combination of frame drumming, guitar and vocals. The basis is Turkish ilahis from the various makams and structures of this vast science of sound, as well as some contemporary songs from Sufi friends around the world.

The ground of the event is held by Hannah Jewel. She will bring us together through meditation, breathwork and instruction in whirling. We will chant a few of the sacred names and share a little context to help us situate ourselves within the work.  A mesk, or little sema, where we have the opportunity to chant, whirl and sing together then follows. There is time for integration at the close. Hannah is connected to a teacher in the Turkish tradition. The space is held in relationship to this lineage.

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‘The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.’ Rumi

‘This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.’ Rumi

‘Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.’ Rumi

‘The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.’ Rumi