If I could choose to be any living thing other than my sentient being, I would choose to be a sunflower. A sunflower is made up of to 2000 tiny flowers that join at the base to make it one. My cells also join to make this one me who sometimes acknowledges that she is,Continue reading “Wild Sunflower”
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Choice
I consider the most central word in life to be: CHOICE. Not love, nor hope. Not freedom, or happiness, or acceptance. Nor is it togetherness, or faith, or health. To me, the word is Choice. You always have to have a choice in life, a choice to love, or to hope for love. A choiceContinue reading “Choice”
Quote
Written and posted on October 12th, 2019 Edited at the end of December 2024, after having mothered my son for 3.5 years. I never edit my old writings, but this one kept pinching me in bed and I could not sleep: You were only able to contain me because you were separate from me. YouContinue reading “Quote”
Quote
If contentment is not part of your manifestation today, do not expect to then find it wandering along your way. Beisan A. Alshafei October 10th, 2019
Fire Island Scribbles -3-
A super weird piece I don’t remember writing. I hesitated in posting a piece I did not like at all, but I felt it spoke for a day or two in my life in which I had such an urge to be a girl with an Albanian name and no Albanian background fixated on signs.Continue reading “Fire Island Scribbles -3-“
Love and Polarity
When I love you, I love all of you, in a non-chronological way that suspends me in a time warp. I don’t only love that part, or this one, that pours on me a plethora of sunlight. I conjointly love the dark shadow, splayed on the gravel behind me, that your brilliant imposing light shacklesContinue reading “Love and Polarity”
Why Kombucha
Who’ll tell you why Why we hope and dream Why we tell ourselves first, And each other later, Lies that are half-truths: Half in knowing, And half in not knowing That we are never going to fully Be in the knowing. (Guess which half Is more submerged in the self than the other. Guess, then,Continue reading “Why Kombucha”
A Prism of Possibilities
This, today. I wish you could carve it along the walls of your home. One of the most remarkable ordinary days is occurring unreasonably. Today had no incentive to start so kindly, but it did. Something tells me that the magic of your growth is the actual source of this prismatic primitive feeling. This letterContinue reading “A Prism of Possibilities”
Life’s Garden
The roots of your little pleasures, fleeting joys and giddy delights in life should never be in the clutches of your big achievements, substantial rewards and potent prosperity. You must not mix up these two exhilarating sources of happiness: One effortlessly scattered like little wild infinite flowers across your entire life, and the other arduouslyContinue reading “Life’s Garden”
Bring Joy to Their Hearts
Once, upon a waning crescent moon during a spring in Khobar, Saudi Arabia, two apricot sellers wheeled their wooden carts down a long sandy curb outside of the market, a few hundred meters apart from each other. As the sun was packing to take its leave for the day, and so were the other marketContinue reading “Bring Joy to Their Hearts”
Beisan's Burble 