She ended it with a quote from Edward Everett Hale while everybody was still exhaling…
“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything I will not refuse to do the something I can do.”
It’s 11:11 post meridiem and I’m about to shut down…
S
Right here… Right now…
I would like to wish all my Persian (or non-Persian) readers a very peaceful new year… And for all of you who I love I send you my smile and hope that you are enfolded in joys arms where ever you are in the year 1387.
Happy Norooz my friends…
Always,
Shadan
In her new life she notices her surroundings… She sits under a tree in the afternoon with a box full of hidden memories; trying not so hard to let go of the unfinished old stories… Still smiles at strangers and makes them smile up at her eternally… She plants yellow tulips in that little garden afar; in the middle of the infinite sky… In her new life she lives blue and dreams green… And her story continues while she dares to be daring…
Happy St. Patrick’s Day… Stay merry and G.R.E.E.N!
Here comes a quote from an Irish writer:
“I said, ‘It is most extraordinary weather for this time of year.’ He replied, ‘Ah, it isn’t this time of year at all.’ “
— Oliver St. John Gogarty (1878-1957)
This poem made me delighted and all smiley…
A crippled child
Said, “How shall I dance?”
Let your heart dance
We said.
Then the invalid said:
“How shall I sing?”
Let your heart sing
We said
Then spoke the poor dead thistle,
But I, how shall I dance?”
Let your heart fly to the wind
We said.
Then God spoke from above
“How shall I descend from the blue?”
Come dance for us here in the light
We said.
All the valley is dancing
Together under the sun,
And the heart of him who joins us not
Is turned to dust, to dust.
See through it…
– Who are you?
– I’m an old goldfish.
– What do you do?
– Seeking nonstop for a lost one.
– Where do you live?
– In a small cage made of red paper.
– For how long?
– Next question.
– Can we write a short story about you?
– Only if you keep it a secret.
– You bet! Thank you. Oh sorry, what was your name?
– I don’t have one.
S
“When we are happy, we love nature. When we are dull and depressed, it says nothing to us. Our feeling for it would therefore seem to be reflection of our moods.”
A brief story of an unborn…
She once believed the sky was going to fall on her head, deeply… The open doors were all going to collapse while the endless pain would remain in every each step she took… She was utterly convinced her vulnerable image was falling into a thousand pieces… She constantly felt the unfairness and dishonesty of life… Anger and frustration lurking beneath her dead skin in a world where she only wept…
One day, though, the rain suddenly stopped falling and she was rejuvenated through the warmth of the sun… The warmth which helped her overcome the timidity in every each cell of her body… She is now getting ready to introduce her true self to the rest of the world while her story continues…
“It is a good thing not to put confidence in observations until they have been checked against theory.”
— Anonymous
OK! I am blogging from the Capital City… It’s freezing cold and I’m really full…
I’m now going under my duvet and start counting my sheep… I will however write more soon… or perhaps not!
Sweet dreams my friends…
S