Nature heals, nature cures. It connects you to your inner world, it connects you to universe. From your eyes to your heart. From your breath to every single cell in your body. From your ears to your childhood memories.

Feb 2016

I saw this beautiful yellow butterfly on the ground after I dropped Denise to school this morning. She had surrendered to the cold weather when I picked her up and put her inside my car hoping for a miracle. I left her there and a few hours later to my surprise, she wasn’t where I had left her. I was worried and excited, looked every where, I was about to lose my hope that I found her close to the back door. I opened the trunk, she was not moving, I touched her to see her reaction, she flew away out of the car to a nearby flower. I screamed yes she is alive.

Dec 2015

I heard a soft knock on the window. Looked outside, yes, there is an opera outside my window inviting me to join the audience. I rushed to my closet and picked a nice dress. I see myself sitting at the edge of my seat, holding a binocular and anxiously waiting for the curtain to go up and the show starts. A show that it’s put together by a million drops of rain. Not much needed to drown myself in their story.
Every single drop had a story to tell, every drop had gone through a journey from the moment that was lifted up to the sky to the moment that fell back on the ground.
I had a lot of questions in my head;
Did it know where it is coming from? Ocean, river, or a sea?
Did it know where it is going to? A forest, a desert, or a city?
Did it know why it is going? To nurture, to please, or to hurt?
Did it know what it will be? Fog, snow, rain, or hale?
Did it know how its story will go? Will it drop on a flower, on a tree, on a rock, or it will find a crack in a roof and enter someone’s house without invitation? Or, will it land on the tongue of a kid who is holding it out to catch a rain drop? Or on a face of a young adult looking up to the sky with closed eyes and falling in love in her heart?
And, did it really need to know the answer to all these questions to enjoy the journey?
Or, did I need to know?
I suddenly realized that this is my story unfolding itself before my eyes. I put down the binocular and looked around myself, I saw all the rain drops sitting beside me. All wondering where they are coming from, why they are here, and where the journey is taking them!!
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No matter how the story goes, where… why … and when…, we all together make the world a more beautiful place as does rain in the land of sunshine.

Not with bike, not this school.
Everybody is trying to use their time in best way possible while sheltered at home. I was talking with my friend about how this time might be our best chance to get some online courses and do the things we always wanted but didn’t have the time before.
Well, I did it.
But god said, not so fast Rosie not so fast. I heard you had been skeptical of learning history in 7th grade. So before anything else, let’s fix the past and rewrite your history about history.
Now, I’m in a virtual history classroom with other 7th graders, learning about the Scientific Revolution.


P.S. Zoom in to see who photobombed the picture???

I’m not talking about exposing myself to corona virus, I’m talking about the load of sugar I brought home.

I put on my armor, helmet, mask and my gloves this morning plus my rain coat – did I miss anything?? – and went to Iranian store just because my sweet teeth couldn’t take it anymore. I broke my own record of two months resisting going there.

Not much was left but they had what I missed the most – hallelujah – sohan asali, which is honey something.
Now drinking tea makes more sense.

I might have offended her when I told her about other dogs doing Pilates. Or maybe, she needs some quiet time on the mat.

I woke up this morning not knowing what day it is!!

My inbox is flooded like a Monday. Zoom Zoom Zoom…
I’m counting down for the weekend like a Tuesday.
My virtual schedule is crazy like a Wednesday.
The fridge is empty like a Thursday.
I’m missing my friends like a Friday.
The stove is greasy like a Saturday.
Birds are chirping like a Sunday. .

Can someone tell me what day it is???