My mother makes a fresh pot of Persian tea every morning.\u00c2\u00a0 Glass cups only, steam rising and at least 3 sugar cubes for me.<\/p>\n
The house is always surrounded by the sun, and around our kitchen table there are shafts of light that warm our feet.\u00c2\u00a0 Well, not in winter, but Chicago is not known for its mildness…both in weather and personality.<\/p>\n
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Every morning I walk up a mountain, every night I walk down.\u00c2\u00a0 I know the dips and turns of the path, the gardeners are working and the rocks slip away under the heels of my shoes.\u00c2\u00a0 There are spiderweb cracks in the stairwell of my apartment building, and six different kinds of flowers blooming in my doorway.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0(I counted one day.)<\/p>\n
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I love black and white family photos from the 1940s: flaws are hidden, and lips, eyes, and hair are defined and perfect.\u00c2\u00a0 I wish that I could discover their stories just by flipping through the photo album.\u00c2\u00a0 The stories need to be gathered, collected, treasured.\u00c2\u00a0 We have lost so many stories…<\/p>\n
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I want to read, have conversations, and see things that make my mind go in strange tangents and causes spontaneous laughter.\u00c2\u00a0 There are a million ways to reach that point, but sometimes it takes concious effort.<\/p>\n
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I have had two desserts today.\u00c2\u00a0 They were healthy because I put fruit in them.\u00c2\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
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The advent of the prophets and the revelation of the Holy Books is intended to create love between souls and friendship between the inhabitants of the earth. Real love is impossible unless one turn his face towards God and be attracted to His Beauty.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00c2\u00a0(Abdu’l-Baha, Baha’i World Faith – Abdu’l-Baha Section, p. 363)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My mother makes a fresh pot of Persian tea every morning.\u00c2\u00a0 Glass cups only, steam rising and at least 3 sugar cubes for me. The house is always surrounded by the sun, and around our kitchen table there are shafts…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[7,14,19,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1097","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","category-haifa","category-personal","category-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1097","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1097"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1097\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1354,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1097\/revisions\/1354"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1097"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1097"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1097"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}