My dear R.N. says always that "your career has a destiny". This is a phrase to pause on for me. What she means is how the advancement in career does not need our struggle, it happens, after we put some energy and thought into it of course.
It is hard sometimes to think that things have their own destiny. Life happens. Death happens. Love happens. Separation happens. And most likely, we had hardly anything to do with them..
Now, career happens too. It has its own course, and it happens.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
To Accept The Hardships of This Era
"Verily, with every hardship comes ease!" 94:6
I have been contemplating on the nemesis of the time. From the clashes of theories and beliefs to the lies in politics close to home to the straight bullets shot in the head of a fourteen year old to the monetary value of the currency back in the mother land, to the constant unhealthy interference in our food and our drinks and our land. It feels depressing, pathetic, and hopeless at times.
Yet, it is not the only worst time. Is it?
They say there have been kings who killed all the men in a village. They tell us about wars that swiped a whole civilization. There have been dynasties coming and going. And the men of the world have never been all just, never been all true, never been all man-loving. There have been families burnt. There has been drought. There has been volcano erupting and destroying a whole city at once.
What makes this time any different?
I keep reciting this poem of Hafiz:
The world and what is in it are all unrully
A thousand times I have experienced it
Yet. Beauty is.
It is falls. The weather is changing visibly. Shorter daylight, stronger winds, dried leaves. I was standing at the backyard walkout yesterday, listening to the birds chirping. The grass is still green.
I stopped at the school, and "the queen of the class" came to me and said she remembered me from my last year's presentation in the class.
I talked to my mom and she was full of hope.
I picked up A and he gave me a big hug.
I talked to a dear friend about a work situation that made me feel vulnerable and he cared to listen.
We had a delicious dinner at friends' and enjoyed listening to their parents talking about samanu pazoon and noon berenji.
"Remember, no human condition is ever permanent. Then you will not be overjoyed in good fortune nor too scornful in misfortune." Socrates
I have been contemplating on the nemesis of the time. From the clashes of theories and beliefs to the lies in politics close to home to the straight bullets shot in the head of a fourteen year old to the monetary value of the currency back in the mother land, to the constant unhealthy interference in our food and our drinks and our land. It feels depressing, pathetic, and hopeless at times.
Yet, it is not the only worst time. Is it?
They say there have been kings who killed all the men in a village. They tell us about wars that swiped a whole civilization. There have been dynasties coming and going. And the men of the world have never been all just, never been all true, never been all man-loving. There have been families burnt. There has been drought. There has been volcano erupting and destroying a whole city at once.
What makes this time any different?
I keep reciting this poem of Hafiz:
جهان و کار جهان جمله هیچ در هیچ است
هزار بار من این نکته کرده ام تحقیق
The world and what is in it are all unrully
A thousand times I have experienced it
Yet. Beauty is.
It is falls. The weather is changing visibly. Shorter daylight, stronger winds, dried leaves. I was standing at the backyard walkout yesterday, listening to the birds chirping. The grass is still green.
I stopped at the school, and "the queen of the class" came to me and said she remembered me from my last year's presentation in the class.
I talked to my mom and she was full of hope.
I picked up A and he gave me a big hug.
I talked to a dear friend about a work situation that made me feel vulnerable and he cared to listen.
We had a delicious dinner at friends' and enjoyed listening to their parents talking about samanu pazoon and noon berenji.
"Remember, no human condition is ever permanent. Then you will not be overjoyed in good fortune nor too scornful in misfortune." Socrates
Monday, October 8, 2012
Pure Blessed Love
When you see the eyes you want to look at them. The shape of the eyelashes, the length, the color, the pattern. You look at the eyebrows and touch them, course or neat. Your fingers in the hair. The smell of the skull. You trace the nose with your watch wanting to touch. The lips, you want to be kissed; trace to the jawbone, then the soft skin below the ear, tracing down the neck. One kiss. The fragrance of the body. The touch on the shoulders to the back to the side to the thigh to the back of the knee to the toes... When you feel the vibes from the skies; it is then that you know that the love is real, pure, blessed.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Pause
Laying down sleepless for hours. Freed myself from the nightmare of repeated mistakes to wake up to the reality: repeated mistakes?
What is happening? Why? What went wrong? How to make it right? What is right?
War?
I remember the calm. I remember the running water in the city's beautiful river. I remember the kindness in the eyes of the men and the women. I remember the compassionate people. I remember the support.
I cannot imagine what it is like today.
Alas.
What is happening? Why? What went wrong? How to make it right? What is right?
War?
I remember the calm. I remember the running water in the city's beautiful river. I remember the kindness in the eyes of the men and the women. I remember the compassionate people. I remember the support.
I cannot imagine what it is like today.
Alas.
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- An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.