July 28, 2021
The eighteen poems I’d written since April I’ve found complete as of last night, as I write more for my next book of poetry. (Nov. 2022—In time, many would be truly ‘starting ideas,’ not finding a kind of truth to share in poetry, but I’d have a memory of lines and a very little folder of drafts if I wanted to try any again. I had saved a handful in my Poetry from April – folder, which I’d added to since then.)
There was a storm last night, no thunder, a little wind and rain, and I read my last-to complete-poem with the note for May Ziadeh aloud as the rain calmed, and then I fell into my favorite resting yoga pose in the dark, Supta Baddha Konasana (Sanskrit), Reclined Bound Angle…:)
These coming days I will continue writing my very first ghazal poem, which I’d started writing in pen on a pad of paper a couple days ago with the company of two very dear reference books I’d taken off my shelf; a thesaurus and a dictionary. I learned of the ghazal when I’d found the Persian poet Mir after Hafiz and read his poem aloud on YouTube.
I remember the cashier at Barnes and Noble in Walpole, MA many years ago looking at me with a little suspicion as she’d lifted these maybe heavy books like ‘Interesting purchase…’ (and I know there are free, easy to use online dictionaries, and I use them too, but these paper ones provide a supplemental experience and service.)
I see that there are 🎶 50 songs in May Ziadeh’s playlist which I’d re-named ‘Music for May’ and not much work at all to hand-pick the songs.
I am better at hand-picking songs than hand-picking flowers to care for, but I am not giving up; I give my begonias a genuine hug that always seem happy even through my confused composting, and my strawberry plants who may even feel a little, little bit better today. (I shouldnt’ve fed them my fruits.) 🧚♀️
I’m not neglectful with the plants; I am learning. I realized after that even though I’d left the jasmine out all day and night over the weekend by accident, just because the wind tore the petals and leaves off the stems, I didn’t need to throw the stems I was trying to grow roots for into the wind, too. But I feel May got them all and I’d rather that.
I was glad when I was playing music she’d said (inaudibly) ‘These are so nice BibipTi… now play me some of my Eastern songs 😊.’ I will likely share selections from the playlist on the blog.
I used to think the point of a comb was just to detangle your hair and that all combs were exactly the same and all brought out a very consistent lack of excitement from me toward them. And then I’d found a few Ayurveda articles online after I’d completed my yoga teacher certification this past September and learned a bit about it that was actually plenty for me. Ayurveda is a diet and lifestyle wellness science related to the origins of yoga practice specific to different individual concerns and body types and individuals, focusing on restoration in a specific way.
It was then I bought this Neem infused handmade wooden comb last year that is so incredible. This artist Soulgenie on the site Etsy sells this high-quality comb (mine I’m linking to was labeled wide-toothed and yet it’s not extremely wide or too fine for me). It ships from India, which will be more expensive to ship to USA, but a quality, made to last product and not priced high as an item itself.
The comb smells so nice too with the natural infused Neem wood and the scent I did not find overpowering at all. The artist did not pay me to share this or even know that I am; it is just a great thing I’ve treasured.
(😅 Oops, I didn’t realize, yet this reminds me of where I wish to be with my carefree posting and being again.)
…The jasmine flowers were holding my smile and they flew away, but I am still smiling for you. 🙂
Last night: A Very Small Adventure of a Different Type