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”
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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”
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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-“
Fire Island Scribbles -2-
A cloudy humid day for smudgy Maybelline mascara. For Haruki Murakami’s maze of people and indirect insults. For imagining a world without women. For allowing oneself to imagine a world without women. For really not being so self-centred. For letting oneself not think about oneself. For broken Havaianas and lazy drags of flip-flopped feet alongContinue reading “Fire Island Scribbles -2-“
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Every so often, we are put in a strange situation in which there is no unquestionable difference between failing and winning. Beisan AlShafei March 29th, 2019
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”
What I Miss Most
I wonder what it is that I miss the most about you? I feel your spirit still. And in fact, we have become closer since you left. I think what I miss the most is your voice. I guess because it is the closest thing to, I would think, your biological signature when you wereContinue reading “What I Miss Most”
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”
Beisan's Burble 