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Being 58

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58 is a good year!

And what is a good year?

A year when creativity thrives

A year when growth occurs

A year of joyful times and challenging times

A year of time spent with family and friends

A year of writing and bringing writing projects to fruition

A year of seeing my children living their lives as young adults

Finding their places in society

And serving their community

A year of travel

And seeing old friends from Iran

Another year of filling my journals

Writing poetry

And sharing them with my friends

The years go by one by one

And 58 will be a great year!

May 18th, 2022

Covid and I

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The worst part of Covid after the symptoms 

Which were actually tolerable

Was being stuck at home

I’m not a home body

I need to go out and be among people

I could not even go grocery shopping

We ordered groceries on line

I didn’t feel strong enough to go for walks as I usually do

Days were monotonous

Ibuprofen 

Oil of oregano

Cold FX

Teas

Oranges

Anything that would boost my immune system

Became my best friend

And yet, the virus has its own schedule

It can’t be rushed out

So, today I have come to the coffee shop

For some semblance of normalcy

To see people

Chit chat about the weather 

Write

And go into my bubble of solitude and contemplation

So that a change of scenery 

Can make me forget the fatigue I experienced

And the long hours I slept

Et voila!

I do feel better now!

April 25th, 2022

Back again

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I’m at one of my favourite places, the coffee shop

Where I read and write and have time to myself

The place where I recharge my batteries

Things are not the same as before

We still wear masks

We still sanitize 

And now we show our covid passports

But we can have coffee with friends now

The conversation is lively at the tables next to me

Whereas a few months ago I may be one of the two people staying for coffee

Everyone seemed to take coffee to go

I don’t come to the coffee shop as often as before though

Albert has been working from home, and we have our morning coffee together

I try to write at home

But there are always distractions

The coffee shop allows me to focus 

And stay in my own world as long as I need

No one interrupts me

The door bell does not ring

No one asks me questions and derail the train of my thought

I need this solitude to write

I’m grateful for another visit to the coffee shop 

November 3rd, 2021

Continue reading

Sometimes

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Sometimes it’s good to have no plans

Sit and let your thoughts play in the playground of your mind

No place to be

No appointments to keep

Nothing to cross off your to-do list

Just sit and stare

Or in my case, write 

With with no agenda or plan

Write as a kind of meditation

With no goal in mind

These times are rare but essential

Our souls need maintenance too

If we fill up every hour of our day

We may burn out 

Or feel really tired

We need time to focus on positive thoughts

To look for beauty in nature or art

Perhaps create something just because

Take a break from the rat-race of life and

Breathe deeply

And after a while, when we are ready

Tackle the things that need to be done

April 25th, 2021

Reaching out

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The desire to communicate has always been strong in me

Communicating what I think and feel

Things that are not that unique

Things that are relatable 

Things others may have experienced as well

Or putting things in new ways

Sharing something they might not have paid attention to

The desire to reach out has always been strong

The need to create links with others 

Connect the hearts

Create a sense of unity 

Create bonds with shared realities

Celebrate life 

Reflect on the sad times

And share the lessons learned

The desire to reach out has always been strong

April 4th, 2021

The writer’s canvas

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“A painter paints pictures on canvas

Musicians paint their pictures on silence”

A writer paints her picture on the tablet of the readers’s heart

Words are the paint

Some vibrant

Some subdued

Words are the paint

Sometimes splashed across the page in rage

Sometimes applied with gentleness 

Words are the paint

They create a masterpiece

From ordinary subjects

Words are the paint

The colours endless

Words are the paint

The pictures they paint bubble up

From the soul of the writer and

Mesmerize the observer

Words are the paint

The paining a reflection of the spirit of the writer 

March 16th, 2021 

My reading chair

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My reading chair

In my reading corner

In my bedroom

Next to the window

Where the sun pours in, in the mornings

My reading chair

A simple Ikea chair 

With a footstool

Usually covered with books

Where I do a lot of reading and writing

My reading chair

My oasis

My place of calm

Where I inhale the fragrance

Of other people’s thoughts and feelings

My reading chair 

For the last twenty years

And for years to come

Hopefully 

January 9th, 2021

Reflections

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I just realized I’ve been posting poems on this blog for ten years. How the time flies. I’m grateful to have discovered the gift of writing at this point in my life. It centres me, it nourishes me, it helps me process my thoughts and feelings, and I hope my writings bring joy to those who read them. It is important for all of us to identify what we are passionate about and peruse that and if that passion is in a creative field, even better. The arts are expressions of our souls and as such they will touch the souls of others. I wish you a wonderful year and I hope you will pursue your passion as well.

January 1st, 2021

Summer evenings

 

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Summer evenings

Sitting outside

Bug bites

The hum of the air conditioner

The swishing of the sprinkler

The green grass

 

Sitting in the gazebo

My feet up on the table

Trying to soak in the moment

 

We are always doing

Rushing from one activity to another

It’s good to sit quietly sometimes

And contemplate

Or write

 

These days won’t last

Before we know it, it will be fall

Let’s live intentionally

Slow down sometimes

And give thanks

 

July 5th, 2020

Our times

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We used to write our e-mails on paper

Then put them in a mailbox

And wait for someone to pick them up

They would then be brought to a sorting place

Put in a car or on a plane 

And delivered to another sorting place

Finally, after many days, a mailman would deliver 

These messages to the recipient’s home

 

Now, imagine waiting for a reply!

 

These days we write hundreds of what were called

Letters in those days in one day

And they are delivered in less than a second

No matter how far or near the destination

There are more advanced systems like

Facebook and WhatsApp or Instagram and Zoom

You can speak your message

Or deliver it in a video

You can video chat from anywhere in the world

You can have meetings thanks to Zoom

 

Soon, letters we’ve kept from years past

Will become as valuable as antiques

People will look at them with astonishment

And wonder how we communicated in such slow speeds

 

How times have changed

And how they will keep changing

We should not take what we have for granted

What I just wrote will be read by my friends across the world soon

No mailman, post office or plane needed

 

April 19th, 2020