A Calm Storm

The blog of Sholeh Samadani Munion

fluffy stuff

I’m completely bundled up today from the knee-high boots on my feet to the coat I have named “Bear” to the scarf that wraps twice around my neck to the hood pulled up on my head. Even though Bear nearly…

Timely utterance

“How great the multitude of truths which the garment of words can never contain! How vast the number of such verities as no expression can adequately describe, whose significance can never be unfolded, and to which not even the remotest…

First Day

These children, in their beats there is somethin’ missing you know I’m listening a fragile kinship blossoming I’m not saying I know it all but this generation hit a wall I’ll stumble but I’ll never fall on my knees but…

avoid-dance

I got the feeling that we were delicately dancing around a few subjects tonight somehow the timing is never right I’m not sure how to express my thought process it is like a test I’m going through well, just between…

easy chicken

I had some chicken breast I had to cook, so I made up a recipe. Ingredients: 1/4 lb. Chicken breast tumeric salt pepper 2 limes or lemons 1 tomato, diced 1/2 onion, diced Slice up the chicken breast, fry with…

lasagna

I made lasagna from scratch tonight. It was really very good…even confirmed by an outside source (one of my friends from the dorm, who is a college student so maybe he isn’t too discerning…) It doesn’t look so appetizing in…

Made up

there is this image I can’t live up to the one in their mind’s eye and mine there is this misunderstanding of regret that clouds inner vision and dampens the fire Pride is one thing I think I’ve got it…

Jelly beans

What happens when you wash jelly beans in a strainer? Not a whole lot. They lose their smooth outer coating and look strange. Don’t ask why we washed them…they were dirty, apparently. And the heat lamps on the L are…

Deer.

Scene: Three happy youth driving back from a Baha’i event. Shannon is driving, Sholeh is in the passenger seat, Lev is in the back, leaning back with his eyes closed. Sholeh: Lev, do deer make noise? *long pause* Lev: Only…

Desecration

The words can’t escape my lips I can’t express the single horrible enormity of it I have no knowledge of misfortune only words voiced by haunted souls like the sickening caress twisting a manipulation of dependency Paralyzed I stand by…

A photo or two, a comment or two

“Don’t be fooled by the rocks that you got, she’s still, she’s still Sholeh from the BLOG. :-P” – Jeremy Thanks, Jer. Like I need more references to J-Lo. heh. 🙂 My train stop: The House of Worship at night.

Rebuilt

I am revived I thought I had been inspired But that was nothing compared to this My soul is on fire The flames fed through indecipherable means I’ve never asked why I was given this gift Never had to search…

home

Something about home never changes. Even though I love Chicago, the suburbs somehow welcome me back every time I come. Tonight is windy, cold, and raining, but the lights in the little downtown were bright and everyone was as superficial…

sweetness

Edited: Make not your dreams the hidden ways instead show me the path your dreams would take dark eyes the doors to your cryptic mind dark words the barrier to their lies it isn’t enough to merely live to bring…

Javahiru’l-Asrar

“It behoveth him who is a wayfarer in the path of God and a wanderer in His way to detach himself from all who are in the heavens and on the earth. He must renounce all save God, that perchance…

cookbooks

I’ve been looking to expand my cookbook collection. The only one I have is the old Food of Life cookbook that my mother has used for years, and passed on to me this year when I finally got a kitchen…it…

an ode to the day

here, it is a mist an overpowering gray blanket now a drizzle now a flood uncountable numbers just falling falling down to the tips of my toes where they gather in muddy puddles with ripples running away from my feet…

it isn’t over yet

written May 23, 2003 Not flying so high that my eyes remain dry Not that I’m running down your sanity It’s my fantasy My fallacy Silky smooth, I’ve fallen for you Not empty adoration, simply a realization That I thought…

busy

I really never thought I would be this busy…and things keep coming up. *wills self to resist the temptation of multi-tasking* (by the way, I love the dictionary’s definition of multi-tasking. It is interesting to think of my brain as…

impossible descriptions

how do you describe a weekend of amazing, intense, spiritual, crazy emotions? how do you bring to your readers the sense of utmost inclusion, generosity, and love? you can’t. not fully. so you sit at your computer and stare into…

lover of life

Maybe they just got food poisoning? I think dreams really can be lifesavers. Cleaning the basement can bring out some interesting things. I found old sketches, poetry, awards, and books that I didn’t even know I had.

the escape

A poem escaped me today it just up and ran away developed feet and found my ears used the holes to disappear it wasn’t very good, I’m told and although the loss is growing old I still think, and mourn…

poetic trap

What many people consider art, I want to rip apart and burn, simply because it has no pleasing value. But to them, it may be pure joy. So destruction seems a bit overkill. Instead I ignore it, choose what I…

Melted cheese incident

This is interesting…pointed out by my friend Dan. A bit disturbing…1984, anyone? Bwahaha. The Taste of Chicago is not what it is cracked up to be, but I DID have a good time, mostly because of the company I was…

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