A person I don’t recognise

So, here is a person I don’t fully recognise
It’s supposed to be me, but everything is off!

She can’t concentrate
She can’t quickly problem solve
She doesn’t laugh out loud
Actually, she hardly laughs at all
She’s gloomy and tried
She is irritable at times

And sadly trying harder
Focusing more
Wanting to do better
Does not work
I’m stuck in a bad place
And feel like I have no control

They tell me I’ll be fine
But what am I supposed to do
In the meantime?

How am I supposed to live
With this person who I hardly recognise
And don’t even like

I try to find something positive in the situation
But that’s hard
It feels like I’m being punished, somehow

I know I’ll be back to myself soon
But what am I supposed to do in the meantime?
September 21st, 2016

Light bulb moment

Life is harder when we focus on ourselves
Our challenges, our unexpected difficulties

I now have the challenge of teaching English
To adult students who speak almost NO English

At first, I was frustrated
A bit in disbelief that there are still people
With almost no knowledge of English

I thought I didn’t have the patience
To teach this group
And found the material I taught
Mundane and boring

Brother, sister, son, daughter
All new words for this group of eager students
It was something else trying to explain the verb ‘to need’
As in I need some milk

Then suddenly a light bulb turned on in my head
I started seeing things from my students’ point of view
They are at the beginning of an adventure
Learning a new language
And each day, they double and triple
What they used to know

They try hard
They help each other
And they come to class with smiles on their faces
And a sense of mission

Looking at it this way
What I did became more meaningful to me
Yes, we talk about very simple things:
I like ice cream, I don’t like hot dogs
But these are words that were not
In their vocabulary until now
They will be able to communicate
In a new language soon

Last time we met,
I taught them ‘have a good weekend’
And with that we said goodbye
Teachers keep learning too
No matter how many years they have taught

September 16th, 2016

To Facebook or not to Facebook

To Facebook or …

Not to Facebook?

Perhaps the answer is not no or yes

It’s hard to ignore something

So ubiquitous!

 

Rather how much should I Facebook each day?

To avoid getting addicted or perturbed?

And who should be my ‘friend’

On Facebook?

Who should read every update

And see every photo?

 

Pictures and words can connect us

Of course

Keep us up to date

And in the know

But should I put all my pictures on Facebook?

 

I’m impressed when people

Ask for information and pose questions

In their status update

An interesting way to use their network

Of friends

 

But do we need Facebook for

Relationship updates?

‘In a relationship’ can mean one thing

to me, another to my ‘friend’

And what does ‘it’s complicated’

Actually mean

That one really confuses me!

 

‘Friending’ is fun

But when do I defriend?

How do I feel if I’m the one being

Defriended?

 

How often should I change

My profile picture?

In it, should I include my spouse

And my children

 

Do I have to ‘like’ someone’s comment

So they know it was read?

Do I ‘like’ the whole album

Or just photos taken by a friend?

 

Facebook like anything else

Can be used in different ways

And these are choices that we need to make!

And for good or for bad

I’m afraid

Facebook is here to stay my friend!

 

 

November 11th, 2011

She swallowed some glue

There once was a woman who

Swallowed some glue

Why she swallowed the glue

I couldn’t tell you

It looked white

It looked harmless

She dipped her finger in it and

In her mouth it went

 

It tasted awful

You should have seen her face

This was no yogurt

She thought to herself!

 

But it was too late

The damage was done

The harmless looking thing

Had done its harm

 

She spat out as much of the stuff

As she could

But the taste that remained

Was still dreadful!

 

How long will this taste

Remain with me?

How long will I suffer

Please answer me!

 

The guy from poison control

Didn’t seem concerned

He said if the glue was nontoxic

All would be well!

 

But the taste was terrible

It would not go away

So she sat down

And wrote her story in verse!

 

January 22nd, 2004

Let’s cook up a storm

 

So tell me dear, do you cook?

Can you make fesenjoon*, or tah cheen*?

Can you make curry or a quiche?

Only when I choose to

Only when I wish…

When friends are over

And bring some cheer

When the time is right

When I feel like it…

That’s when I cook!

 

When Venus is in Saturn

And Jupiter dances with Pluto!

When the stars are just so

And the moon just so

When I’m happy and inspired

When I’m rested and not tired

That’s when I cook!

 

When the mood is right and

Friends come to play

When I think of the smile

I’ll see on their faces!

That’s when I cook!

 

Cooking is an art

So I hear

And relaxing too

I find that weird!

As for me

When I want to make others happy

That’s when I cook!

 

December 9th 2002

Blanket please!

Natalie walks up from her room in the basement
Carrying her soft green blanket
She loves blankets whether it’s summer, fall or winter
They are her companion when she watches TV
They offer her a warm and soft place to be enveloped in

Another one of her blankets is already on the couch
When I point that out
She says she’d like now

Natalie’s love-affair with blankets goes way back
And anytime I see a soft blanket in a store
I wonderful if I should get it and bring it back

It reminds me of the large fluffy dog she asked for
When she was a child
One she kept in her bed for a long time
Now, Cashew has replaced that dog
She gives the best cuddles and she’s even warm

Natasha used to walk with big blankets around the house
No sweaters or robe de chambers for her
Blankets are much better for staying warm she thought
No matter how impractical

Nick is the only one who doesn’t carry blankets around
And no lounging in pyjamas for him either
He showers and gets dressed first thing in the morning
He seems to like that routine

Children are all wonderful and unique
And that goes for their use of blankets , as you can see

September 12th, 2016

Support group for women who don’t love to cook

 

First, we acknowledge that cooking is an art
An art that brings joy to the hearts

Second, we believe that not all women love to cook
That would be, after all, absurd
Not all women love to sew or knit
So why should we all love to cook

Third, we encourage men to cook
At least some of the time

Fourth, please understand us and support us
We don’t mean to be unkind

Fifth, dinner will be made in under an hour
More time in the kitchen is harmful to us

Sixth, The occasional preprepared meal is allowed
Pizza, hamburger, pierogi and so on

Seventh, we hope you really appreciate it when we cook
It takes a lot of effort for us

Eighth, It’s not easy to cook day after day
If you don’t believe us give it a try

 

Sept. 11th, 2016

My book of poetry is available on Kindle now

I’m happy to let you know that my book, Feeling Fortunate but Awful, is now available on Kindle and at a very reasonable price. Besides the subject of depression, the other topics I write about are: the value of authentic friendships, the importance of self-care, the role trials can play in our growth and development and the importance of creativity and spirituality in our lives.

The spiritual climb

Our body is an external shell
Our spirit what animates it
Our body matures and eventually declines
But our spirit in on a never ending journey

The delight we take in beauty and art
The creativity that flows from us
The compassion we feel for others
Our patience and perseverance
These qualities of our spirit never age
If anything they flourish in time
Experience polishes them
And makes them shine

Age is an expression of the days we’ve lived
But as far as our inner attributes are concerned
Age does not lead to decline
On the contrary
We can continue to climb
August 29th, 2016

Collage of me

Collage:
Different colors , textures, and shapes
Put together in harmony to create beauty

My life is a collage of sorts
Various countries, languages
And cultures have shaped me

The base of this collage is created
With earth tones
Colors that stand for the desert, the valley and
The bare mountains of Shiraz
The city of poets, roses and nightingales
The city I come from

Over the earth tones are other colors
That represent the rest of my life
The countries I’ve lived in
The languages I speak
And the different cultures that have influenced me

And though these parts seem distinct and disparate at times
They create whole that is the collage of me
A collage in which
Eastern and Western culture are intertwined
Its hallmark is diversity
Its message, love

August 2016