Rain

It's going to rain, and rain, and rain some more. How romance-like are the droplets of gentle rain on windows. If you're ever lucky to stand under the rainbow, you'll be sad at how rapidly it disappears. So does the hope for all of us humans on earth. It disappears if we lose our chance. One chance to true freedom, unrestricted, lawfully protected freedom.

I can only see bright green balloons flying across. This is just the beginning. The slow process of revolutionizing minds and thoughts in reaching out to liberty.

If you are a dove unwilling to fly, it won't matter where you are, in a cage or in the sky!

The rainy project this season is to resist, using all artistic and creative tools at hand, together, one at a time. Just like the drops of rain. Because in the end, there'll be nothing but the sweet scent of white daisies. Perhaps we can speak to one another and be more patient.

White Daisies

Lilacs withered, blossoms gave their place to the bright green fruit, and Mrs. Sun played hide and seek with the rain clouds. An occasional rainbow graced the horizon. White daisies were planted in all empty pots and cozy summer chairs were dusted off and placed outside. It was time to celebrate the rapid arrival of summer months!

Not very many weeks were left to the joyful days of swimming, sun bathing, picnicking, hearing the favorite sound of ice cream trolley.

Once again, children were passing their school year all too quickly. How time flew!

Lilacs in full bloom

Part of Sara's early spring days were spent cleaning the house, planting new trees outside in the front garden, and picking flowers in the back fields. There was not a single joy in her heart bigger than the joy of making fresh arrangements of lilacs. She confessed one day that in the best chapter of her memory book, early April when lilacs were in full bloom, held a special place. She felt heavenly refreshed walking to a huge lilac tree after rain and picking a few stems. In her childish way of taking huge satisfaction in small things, she felt that filling her basket in with huge clusters of heavily scented flowers along with Easter eggs on Sunday was the best. Arranging the flowers in aunt Cecilia's large white antique vases gave her a sense of being grown up. After all, aunt Cecilia would never keep the antique vases around all year unless Sara showed her how beautiful her flower arrangements looked in them.

A group of people walking by her house stopped one day and complimented Sara's hard work in the garden. They were gypsies who were passing by. One of them played the flute for her. Sara handed them warm bread right out of the oven.

The gypsies seemed to be good dancers. Sara watched them dance and finally felt sleepy. After a long day of pulling weeds and admiring singing birds on blossoming apple trees, it was time to take a nap. On their way back on road, the gypsies waved farewell.

Where there is a will...

I could actually believe in the power of will and how it opens doors to success. Nonetheless, the almighty wanting will is not always enough. A consistent reassuring self image and intelligent planning are key elements. From the smallest of everyday tasks to much larger endeavors, we all need stamina to proceed in life.

Family and activities around kids give stamina and in turn take a lot of energy. Speaking of energy, fueling on positive vibes through physical and mental yoga never do any harm especially during such a vibrantly green spring.

Indeed, there's no better time to cleanse body, mind, and soul (if we ever had any), than early spring.

I only go as far as drinking mint water and green tea, doing regular exercises, and cooking very light temple food.

Norouz gave me ample time to reflect on my past and start a fresh new year. Now, once again, I have to remind myself of daily journaling, building self guidance, and staying clear of negative thoughts or deeds.