Sara Shani

a story about fitting in

a young girl, only twelve or thirteen, she wanted friends, dance, ballet a teacher, old, tired, bullied, terrorized she didn’t like him either I needed her for him there, then and she did stand up strong, a warrior of light, feeling that she didn’t fit in the years went by, she left her home, racism,Continue reading “a story about fitting in”

Washed up

on sand, countless grains, millions of them, carrying, covering, filing, smoothing hard rock, solid wood, big and small washed up on the shore find it, rolling in, then out again neither here, nor there just going with the flow, low and high, tumbling washed up just like that like sorrows, worries, past and future, evenContinue reading “Washed up”

ALONE

I’m here, therefore I am, therefore I have purpose, Alone What might it be, my purpose? Alone Time, flexible, how I spend it, pass it, dedicate it, use it, give it, allocate it, either way, it flies! Alone

perspective

What if, You knew with absolute certainty, that this life you live right now, the work, the worry, the pressure, the activities, endless as they seem and undone, always, are nothing of what you’re here for? What if, they only serve to get you where you need to be, with whom you need to be,Continue reading “perspective”

Choice

My body! Of course, it’s mine! I’m woman, I choose, I’m pregnant. My body, still. I choose, still. It’s my right! What right? To choose what? Who gave it, designed it, created it, looked at it and said: “Beautiful!” Life within me forming, growing, evolving fast Who gives it that power? Who is doing this?Continue reading “Choice”

Independence Day

“What comes to mind?” “Alone.” “Again? Really?” “Yes, it does, for me, but now in a good way.” “Ah… yes” “There’s freedom, too. From thought, from orienting myself on someone else, his and her expectations of me, perceptions and ideas maybe, rather than be independent for him- and herself and more of that every day.Continue reading “Independence Day”

Race

“you mean with cars? or dogs? or so?” “No. But let’s play with that thought, too! I meant like black, white, and all the other colors in between.” “Hm, what about it? …don’t really want to talk about that now.” “Ok. Never mind.”

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton