A Calm Storm

The blog of Sholeh Samadani Munion

Starting

There are so many stories. Too many words. There are literally dozens of emails that I have not replied to.   I want to, but am unable to write at the moment. I am having so much fun.  Grandparents, family,…

Constantinople and Adrianople

When I was booking my plane tickets from Haifa to Chicago, I decided that I wanted to stop for two days in Turkey for sightseeing and pilgrimage.  So…I did. Go here for the entire set of pictures. I arrived in…

home

Just a quick post to let everyone know I am home in Chicago.  Turkey was beautiful, and I will write more about it later.  I just walked in the door and I want to spend time with my family.  Much…

tears

and so now the rain that refused to fall from the sky is falling down in memories of the never will be and I am slowly waking toward healing. in silence I stumble in these reflections, humbled in moments I…

Okra?!

It is that odd little vegetable that most people don’t seem to know what to do with. In the southeastern United States, we put it in gumbo or breaded and fried. As a kid, I loved going to restaurants in…

Streams of light

“In this wondrous age, however, praised be God, the commandments of God are not delimited, not restricted to any one group of people, rather have all the friends been commanded to show forth fellowship and love, consideration and generosity and loving-kindness…

2 weeks

A brunch, as I usually do, with several dozen pancakes, bacon, eggs, potatoes, and the like. A quick run up the mountain to take a picture. An afternoon of discussion, ordering dinner to be eaten with chopsticks. An evening with…

More Than

more than my molten eyes and sudden smile there are years behind what you see I am more than your assumption of me I am images across a screen I am scraped knees and willow trees I am dirt paths…

a minor thing

Yesterday I felt sort of miserable.  And then last night it morphed into a full-blown virus of some kind.   These are a few anecdotes for you to enjoy: 1. I watched Season 6 of Scrubs.  And half of Season 7….

The messenger

I am sensing silence from you maybe I am too sensitive maybe you are too far gone. I dreamed of you last night there was no music playing behind us underneath campfire skies. I was told that you wanted to…

The perfect recipe

Much like the accidental discoveries of Post-It notes or Superglue, I found that I have the recipe for a perfect evening. Forgive me if the measurements are not exact. 4 lovely women 1 baby gluten-free pasta salad/Persian rice/vegetable soup homemade…

month 18

The eyes of strangers touch, leap across crowded spaces, and safe smiles reach the lips, are traded, and fade.  The touching of eyes crosses space, marble floors, dirt paths, and place settings with coffee stains and the remnants of sugar…

A little bit of silence

For the next week, I’ll be a little busy.  Please forgive me if I don’t answer emails/messages/notes/phone calls/carrier pigeons/smoke signals.   🙂 “The light that is shed from the heaven of bounty, and the benediction that shineth from the dawning-place of…

Forever days

The stinging, spicy aftermath of the largest salad she had ever eaten lingered on her lips and tongue. Blank pages stare at her hungrily. look around. One in the corner, with a calendar on her lap, the eraser end of…

Writing blind

I am tasting colors, writing blind my fingertips touch and stretch we’re running so fast maybe I’ll tie me to you… If only we could see through these eyes faint little heaps of shredded tires and left-over green grass from…

Just my luck

I am not a superstitious person, but recently things have been a little crazy around here…and now I am looking over my shoulder… On Saturday my flatmates and I were washing our balcony (spring cleaning!).  We have a faucet on…

There are moments.

She stood precariously, one foot on the rocks and one in the sea, bare feet with tips of red, gripping earth and sand.  She could only wait for so long, could only stand between worlds for as long as a…

I like…#7

Sleeping/reading in the sun homemade flan old stones and large spaces balconies the mix of roses and jasmine at night doorways silence at the right moments orange blossoms conversations with people at least twice my age details   Naw-Rúz (the…

To help me…

I remember I listened to this song when he died, about a car flipping on the turn, and about God and death and birth. and I remember I listened to live music through a CD, cleaning my house to the…

3 months left

I stood on a tower with darkness and lights below and in our eyes I saw the doorways to the world To dwell on memories is the fastest way to go but our hearts will linger here, and in time…

Politics

It is easy to get caught up in the excitement of the current election in the USA, but I feel that it is important to be very clear about how I, as a Baha’i, discuss these matters. I decided to…

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