I am a woman in my 40s, a doctor by training, Iranian-American, at the moment, sharing a nomadic life with my partner, mostly living in northwestern Spain.
I write mostly the story of me and my mind. Circumstances change, but the one constant in this blog is my journey in finding clarity from my mind, in making peace with it and figuring out how to suffer less and find more of the joy and peace that I believe and feel exists underneath the thoughts.
The Rumi poem, “The Guesthouse” is one of my favorite poems, always reminding me to be patient with myself, to welcome it all with open arms.
As I share my story in welcoming the guests that visit my guesthouse, the thoughts and emotions; I hope that by reading this blog, you feel less lonely in your journey with your own mind.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice. Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
—- Jallaludin Rumi
This being human 
This… is truly brave. Using life’s challenges as oppoturnities for learning, willingness to dissect oneself open and to look at everything, and sharing your vulnerabilities with the rest of us humans… I love it and thank you!
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Thank you Connie! And thank you for always supporting me!
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So genuine and heartfelt and beautifully expressed! Loved reading it. Even though our challenges are different but what makes us the same is that we all have challenges that scares us and makes us feel lonely. It’s so heartwarming to know we’re not alone in our journey💖💖💖
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Thank you Nilou! I agree. I think the feelings of shame and insecurity are universal.
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