The symphonies of our delight…

To my friend Paddy and all those
we’ve loved who have crossed…

they touched
“they touched
our essence
with their songs,
in a twinkling
they belonged …
to the symphonies of
our delight,
sparks of radiance
made them divine…
with just a fraction
of their breath,
they knew
love does not alter
after death…”

Art by L Muri…

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Forty years ago…

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Forty years ago my waters broke at about 6am.
I was alone.
My then-husband had gone on an army camp.
I had no telephone and no car.
I was terrified and I didn’t know what to do.

I’d read that when the waters break it means there’s no going back.

I lived in Harare and we had a young man named Isaac who cleaned our apartment.
He was a kind, strong young man and I relied on him.

He usually arrived at about 7:30am
so I waited, still terrified.
I was just a naïve young girl.

When he got to our apartment, I asked him to call a taxi for me.
I think he ran faster than he had ever run in his life,
because in no time the Taxi was at my door.

The Taxi driver seemed really nervous
and drove up a one-way street to get me to the hospital entrance.
I think he was afraid I would have my baby in his Taxi.

When I got to the hospital, they said I must go home,
I looked too small to be having a baby that day.
I told them my waters had broken and they quickly ushered me
into the Labor ward.

They took me to a bed and left me there.
I was terrified and alone. No one had explained the stages of labor
or even how painful it might be.
I was still in the early stages, so the doctor didn’t come right away.
I needed reassurance that everything would be alright
but I can’t remember getting it from anyone.

They said that they had tried to call my husband,
but he didn’t come for a long time
I was terrified and alone.

When he eventually arrived, I was in heavy labor but it was too late to have an epidural.

I spent the whole day and night in labor.
I had never experienced such incredible pain, I thought I might die.

By this time, I’d gone into shock and I had no idea what to do next.
I didn’t know anything about pushing, but I did what the hospital staff asked.

At 2.30am the next morning my baby was removed by forceps delivery.
It was excruciating.
I was terrified.
I went to sleep after this long ordeal and they took my baby away.

The next morning, I awoke to find the most exquisite creature
I have ever seen lying beside me.
He was not very big and a little jaundiced.

Though he was born early, he was perfectly formed.

I was just a young girl trying to do the best I could in a difficult situation.
Although I had the permission of my parents to get married at six months pregnant
I was still an embarrassment to friends and family.
I remember those sideways glances and whispered expressions.
I felt dirty and disgusting, a pariah in my family.

On the other hand, in my arms was this beautiful angel,
who from the very beginning of his existence
has saved my life more times than I care to say.
Given to me by God as a friend, a protector
and a comforter.

He has been with me through the very worst times of my life.
I don’t think I would have made it this far without him.

He is my life, my soul, my joy, my raison dêtre.

A bright star in my Universe.
He is one of the most loving, caring, generous, humble
and kind humans I know on this earth.
We have faced terrible odds together and survived.
I want to honor him today and always…

I used to wish that all my dreams would come true,
and we would live happily ever after,
but I have come to understand
that the Universe sometimes has different plans.

I’ve learned that the most fearless humans
are those who have faced the outer darkness
and survived.
It doesn’t matter what wealth or possessions
you amass on this earth or how qualified you become,
it’s the size of your heart that counts.
In fact, temporal things may deviate us from the more important things in life,
like love, kindness, compassion, and true humanity.

He has the most beautiful heart I know.
Like his brother, he is human the way we are meant to be…
It won’t be easy for us to celebrate without his brother, but nevertheless, we will…

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Every life matters…

“Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.”
― Brené Brown

standing up

A few have fallen
that many
may rise…
every life
matters,
each sacrifice…

The sound
of singing,
the breath of grief,
the brave
assemble
to inspire belief…

No death,
no struggle,
was ever in vain…
heroic rhetoric
brings
fearless gain…

On streets
of glory
the collective arose,
the slain
were honored,
silence was deposed…

Art by Olivier…
©AllysoAlly2019

My Gran…

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”
― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

granny charlotte

I only recently found out that my Gran had a daughter
who passed at 2 years old.
My Gran was one of the most beautiful souls I have ever known…

Her skin was translucent like diaphanous sunshine,
I could see her veins…
she was slowly fading
into transcendent thought
shedding her pain…

though her form was fragile
her heart grew brave,
and her silver locks flowed down in waves…

amplified by breath-taking wonder
beyond death…
time unraveled
into ascended breath,
transforming her into radiant particles
bit by bit,
her flesh evanesced,
effecting a shift…

becoming one with the source
her grief atoned,
imagining the completeness of being fully known…

a holder of sorrows and unbearable grief,
she was the mystical light-bearer
of my first beliefs…

©AllysoAlly2019

Son of the soil…

Hamba Kahle Johnny Glegg…
☆”We are the scatterlings of Africa, on our journey to the stars.”☆

Johnny glegg

A towering giant has fallen
with the passing of legendary Singer-songwriter
& Anthropologist Johnny Clegg.
A torchbearer of the struggle for freedom.
#whitezulu #sonofAfrica

Oh, how I miss you…

natalie scarsberry

**Photo taken in her yard by Natalie; text added by Natalie
https://sacredtouches.com/

Dear Natalie
Oh, how I miss you, my sweet friend,
please say it’s not the end…
of the glorious scent of your perfume,
in gardens
where we rendezvoused…
of listening tones
assuaging my groans,
with your soft voice,
you dulled the noise…

Across immense oceans,
I felt your warm devotion…
in sympathetic words
showing me concern…
I miss your loving presence,
you’ve always been a blessing…

though you’ve changed into light
your radiance is still so bright,
I feel you gently breathing, in gardens of Eden
until we meet again, on this journey that has no end…….

A tribute to Mary Oliver…

“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”
― Mary Oliver

wild geese mary oliver

Your poetry
touched me in my tender parts,
where broken fragments
lacerated my heart.

When I craved
awakening
you helped me
seize
my untamed spirit
and believe,
yes believe
in my
one wild
and precious life.

In your fearlessness
as Woman
as Poet
you spoke out in
a strong voice
and in so doing,
empowered me to find mine,
buried
deep
beneath the debris
of self-loathing.

At the time when,
remnants of shame
had whirled up
and struck me
nearly killing me.

I return to your words,
when my lifeless form
rebukes me.
Your poetry
can shatter
this self-made cage
and break open prison bars,
to unravel the mystery…..
of saving the one and only life that I can save!

And I run again through fields
of affectionate flowers
to love once more the mortal
and hold it.

Yes I received that box of darkness
the one you spoke of
and like a little child
I await its gift.

Oh and I really do try
to be whimsical
to be married to amazement
like you
to be blessed where I stand!

I’m here to tell you
I paid attention
and I have been astonished…

And I’ve learned not to walk on my knees for a hundred miles through the desert,
But rather to soar
heavenward
with the wild geese
over everything
floating above this difficult world.

And I can hear your words
“ death
isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us–”

Thank you for getting me through those times
when
death swallowed me whole,
and I had stopped believing in myself….

Image courtesy of PixaBay
Excerpts from Mary Olivers Poems included…