Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Day 40.

Forty days of chronicling my humanity. And on day forty, I feel . . . alone, unsure, damaged, hurt, uncared for, left out, and like nobody will ever see who I really am and what I am really capable of. Radical transparency, friends.

It's also Chaharshanbeh Souri. I will participate in the festivities this year, and I hope this beautiful, symbolic act of cleansing will help me create clarity to set bold and great intentions for the new year.


  1. Happy Chaharshanbeh Souri, my friend, sending you big leaps over the fire with lots of dumps and left behinds into the flames as you soar.

  2. dear mahfam. I love reading your blog. I have subscribed and every time you post something it comes into my inbox and I am delighted.

    my sister is in town-- maybe I can find you some time this weekend to share some middle-eastern food and laughter.

    love you

  3. Susan, thank you for reading. It was so good to hear your voice yesterday. I love you very much.

    Shadia, I would love to grub with you and meet your sis. I'm out of town this weekend, so if that means I miss your sis, maybe I will just have to save the grubbin/lovin/Shadia time for your celebration on Wednesday? xo