The Confession

After that self-righteous rant about FB I posted a few weeks ago, I've gone and contradicted myself (as I often do oh-so-well). I lasted a whole month, people. Needed to sort out my relationship to the vortex. Ego and all, once again I'm right back in there. What can I say? I missed it!

Spoken Word

I am performing poetry tomorrow night at a Refugee Rights Day event. A blessing to share my words with others. This year I made a promise to myself to carry my lineage through sound, not just in writing. I want to flow the music of my ancestry, my history, and my present, in spoken word. There is a different kind of movement in sound. One that is necessary and integral not only to the creative process, but also to healing the spirit.

gift your poems with sound. That's what she told me. Word.

Tomorrow night is dedicated to you, ukhti.

Reflection Eternal

With the beginning of Spring things have been (re)surfacing in a major way. In my culture, the equinox not only marks the beginning of our calendar year, but it's also a time of renewal and rebirth. On the last Wednesday of the year, we jump over bonfires to rid ourselves of any sickness of the spirit and ask the fire to give us strength. Rejuvenation.

zardi-ye man as to, sorkhi-ye to as man

The last few weeks have been particularly trying. I have to come to certain realizations about myself. Heavy? Yes. But healing and personal growth don't come easy. And I am thankful for every moment, no matter how difficult. I am still processing it all, but there's a certain calm that has come over me, for the first time in my life. I am in tune with myself in a way I never thought possible. My intuition is turning inwards, something I have never experienced before with such intensity. Knowledge of self, which is ultimately a connection to something much, much bigger. An endless reflection of self, a reflection of that which is eternal: Love.