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Daily Celebrations

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One of the privileges of celebrating Mother’s Day and Fathers Day or any annual event is the chance to give gratitude and be present in days where family matters. Yesterday, I felt immensely blessed to celebrate so many women in my life who represent the best of what it means to be a parent. It hit me that each day presents us with a chance to do that. Yet, I think it makes sense to have special days because, too often, in our daily grinds, we forget to recognize the important people in our lives.

There were so many birthdays for my father and aunt that I know look back with affection, and I am glad I got so much time to continually tell them I love them. I know when they left here, they knew they were deeply loved. And now in some ways, I celebrate them daily through these special days for others. Because of them, I now know how much these events mean.

Yes, there is regret, a tinge of grief, but there are also moments to smile, laugh, share happy tears and joy with so many who work so hard on a daily basis to make it better for others. And I realize now that it’s good to acknowledge people who do things unconditionally not for them, but to be inspired by them. To be around their positive and loving energy. To love learn from them, but mostly to love on them.

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Roiling Within

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From the social media pics, it looks like an amazing weekend. Yet within, emotional ache boils my senses. Each thought about what ifs, could’ve beens, should’ve beens. Roiling inside me over and over, grief, loss, loneliness, abandonment. Each moment turning into another and it makes me wonder for what. Yet the smiling pictures, the food, the drink, the smiles all shared to the public to show happiness, fun, light when within I choke in the darkness of sadness and hopelessness.

There are bright spots, small smiles, remembrances of the past, a time with a lot of emotional baggage, and where just got to be. A time before losing Ziba music, my father, my aunt, and others. A time when it felt that life would go on forever. So much shared laughter, fights, silly arguments, but fun. So much fun. Friends who befriended anyone that they met from me, and before long they had their relationships with them. Gratitude fills me to have people in my life who take time to get to know others. Who think its enough that I brought the person to their attention, and forms a friendship.

Thoughts and feelings all over the place, this monday. A beautiful weekend on pictures nothing more than pretence, illusion that I am living a happier life than I am. But there are moments, far and few between, there are moments, yet those brief moments don’t make it a happy life. Just a lived on.

Roiling within, I put these words out so others many no, no it wasn’t a good weekend, it just looked that way. Curated. Captioned. But not the full story. Not even close. I look back, and I wonder when regret and loss stop choking me, making me roil.  When will it go away? Or is it just a new reality where loss is part of life, and letting go of things that don’t serve you the new reality?

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Immigration Court and Mentors

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Today, thanks to my Immigration Law mentor Surjit Singh, I experienced a full trial, and I got reminded of my parents journey to the United States when they left Tehran, Iran. My grandparents on both sides lived in Iran, and that’s how my parents met.  Sitting in the courtroom today, it hit me how blessed I am to be able to do what I do now. Filled with gratitude with so many taking the time to guide and teach me. I realize that not everyone is so lucky, but I also believe that with each challenge I take on, I also grow, and one day, maybe one day, do the same for others.

Now I admit, it is never easy to teach because one has to put their preconceived notions aside, and be a picture of patience as they walk you through things that are agonizingly simple for them. Yet that’s what great mentors do. They take their time, they make sure they answer all the dumb questions, but most of all they empathize with you. They remember the terror of getting up to the front to speak to a Court Clerk or answer a judge.

The other part that scares me is the starting over. The fear of not knowing what to accept, and doing it anyway. The one thing I am comfortable now is being uncomfortable. No longer do I allow myself to freeze and convince myself not to try something new, foreign, scary. If I am not growing, then what is the point of life?

And so I ended my work day in gratitude, eager to keep growing, to keep learning, to never say enough. Because that is the day I die. Happy Monday!

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Morning Quiet

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In the morning quiet, there is an ebb and flow of thoughts and feelings. The incense stick fragrance comforts but also tells me time is running out. The sense of urgency to DO rather than BE so overwhelming that it suffocates, and yet I still force myself to sit. To be. To take it in, to slow the mind down, to not go on to the next thing, to not become so task focused that I lose sight of my vision. Yet there is also an undercurrent of sadness and grief that I dare not expose. Acknowledging that pain feels dangerous like I am naked, and no protection,

The morning quiet looms, and flashes of so much to do races through my mind, but I wonder what’s the point of checking off one more to do item. What is the point? The mind continues to race past the station of awareness. Stopping at the pain not an option. Diving into the sadness and loneliness feels like self-pity. And so I watch the incense burn away just like dawn, and light comes into the room, hiding my pain.

The hands tremble as I write the Morning Pages, and I try to envision my Artist Date, and it feels as if I am stuck in a life of pretense and pretend that all is well while the mind and heart swirl in indecision, and fear of failure.  Each moment, a struggle to understand this moment in my life, how i get here. Then the morning light hits, the darkness recedes from the house, and as the room brightens so do my thoughts and feelings.

The house fills with small noises, the dog jumping off the bed, her paws clicking on the hardwood floors. In the distance, the garbage trucks beeps as it picks up cans. Muffled chirps from birds. All seems right, yet the mind churns and churns. The deep pain streams inside, but for the moment, the  morning quiet brings a quietness inside, and another day starts. I sit there, taking it all in, then a deep breath and begin another 24 hours.


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Birthday Remembrances

How do you celebrate someone no longer here? No longer to wish, no longer to tease, no longer to hear their cough while  they to talk, no longer to see, hold, hug, to make smile. No longer. Each birthday now a cruel reminder that they are not here. What do you do with that information? I recently heard a Ted talk that really did hit home. We don’t move on from grief, we move forward with it. We don’t the person like a moment gone, but part of you as someone who contributed to your life.

Yet the pain remains, and perhaps boring to the ones who don’t feel the same, but the talk says the biggest thing people say is that they can’t imagine, but the truth is, if they truly wish to make an impact, they should. They should try to imagine the loss because we will all die, and how we treat the living when near and dear ones go is how they will be treated when they have a loss.

This isn’t about right or wrong, it’s about compassion, kindness, patience, and really, really digging in deep to see the ones close to us in pain who still smile, laugh, engage, but there is a sadness tinged to it. I am truly blessed to have so much time with my aunt and Dad, but the greedy me wants more. It aches for those lost times when they were down the street, and I chose to do something else. I now wonder if they ached to spend more time with me. If I deprived them love that they deserved. So many unanswered questions, and so I sit and reflect and the pain just feels overwhelming.

And yet I also fail to seek support, to let others know the emotional pain feels suffocating. Pride? Shame? Regret? I don’t know. But as I write these words, the burden feels an ounce lighter, and maybe, just perhaps it needed to said. Happy Birthday. I love you. And I miss you.

Just Maybe that is enough. Maybe.

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It’s easy to show images of happiness. Easy to show connection on social media and amongst others, but what happens behind the door when it’s just the two of you?  Relationships are hard when each of us have our own version of what life is supposed to be like. This past week I saw many couples who are sitting across each on their phones, lost in another world.

I watched people walking the streets, scrolling away on the phone. Our lives are becoming filtered through our smart phones and I wonder what effect that has on our relationships. We no longer are bored or allowing ourself to just feel.And so I put the phone down and look around, and what I see scares me. When did life become about presenting the best version of ourselves rather than the actual messy thing it is? What will happen to connections when it’s easier to text each other rather than pick up the phone and talk about tough things.

And then I think that happiness is what we want to feel, and we can create it and it doesn’t rely on others but phones make it seem otherwise. And so I see all this happiness and I wonder if I am happy with what’s in my life. It’s not easy to process because it is so much easier to avoid and deny, but then I realize I am not  doing myself any favors. I sit here, and breathe in the life around me. And I think about what happiness means to me. It is living my vision, my purpose, to feel connected, be vulnerable and be authentic.

It is not easy, and it’s what makes happiness so elusive. And so I continue on this path of not knowing what happiness really means, but I also know that it means to be true to myself. Just some random thought I thought I’d share which, of course, many of us will read on a phone. Go figure.

Happy Monday