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Tommy…

In South Africa we have Parking Attendants, some call them car guards.
They are gentle men who are not able to find traditional jobs
for one reason or another, so they help with parking, carrying shopping
and keeping our cars safe.
This is Tommy, he is an amputee and he is at his station everyday
no matter the weather and he is always smiling and waving…
He is definitely a bright face on an overcast day…

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Endless love…

Dedicated to 2 hearts that stopped beating at 20 weeks…

We are born
from the waves
of endless love,
from the breath
of the Divine…

Filled with the light
of abiding grace,
brought forth
to abundantly shine…

emerging from the womb
of cosmic seas,
we are swept in on tides of joy…

held in the symphonies
of all that is good,
our souls are never destroyed…

Some are born
with fearless lungs,
some are born sleeping,
we are all part
of this great expanse,
birthed for a reason…

Attuned to the heavens
we remember the words
written on the skein of time…

however brief this sojourn,
we recognize
that we are divine…

In a glorious celebration,
inseparable
from God above,
we are ageless
and everlasting,
made in the image of love…

Artist unknown

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The world waits…

Since I was a child I have dreamed of visiting the USA, I’ve sung all the songs, seen all the movies and watched a little too much news lately. We hang on “tenterhooks” waiting for the outcome of elections because it always affects us here in Sub Saharan Africa. (travel, visas, etc)
I hope to be able to visit the land of the free and the home of the brave some day…
(My son went in 2008 & 2014)

I’ve lived this dream for so long
to wear flowers in my hair,
see the sights of San Francisco
find my way
across the Delaware…

Just to see Amarillo skies,
to California dream,
climb the Rocky Mountains high,
taste corn bread and beans…

I’ll take the last train to Clarksville,
feel some Philadelphia freedom,
ask my way to San Jose and realise I’ve met Jesus…

By the time I get to Phoenix
Carolina will be on my mind,,
singing “Sweet home Alabama”
leaving Wichita behind…

I long for the spring of Sacramento,
to feel a New York kind of groove,
see the lights of Massachusetts,
sing the New Orleans blues…

“I hear they’re dancing in Chicago
down in New Orleans
In New York City
there will be dancing in the street”…

I want to go to Graceland,
Memphis Tennessee,
speed on Ventura highway,
drink me some
moonshine whiskey…

Take in, a New York minute,
see the sights of Portland Maine,
I’ve never been to Houston in April,
or ridden the peace train…

I love the sound of Albuquerque,
Sausalito
and Santa Fe,
Seattle is on my bucket list,
though they say it always rains…

there’s always the Florida Keys, way down in Kokomo,
Key Largo sounds exciting,
this is my first rodeo…

there’s a bridge over the Tallahatchie,
but I won’t go there,
they say west Virginia is almost heaven,
where I’ll find me a grizzly bear…

Disclaimer: I’m an African and not sure of the Geography of the States, so forgive me if I mixed anything up…

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My indigo child…

The month of October is particularly hard for me. It’s my Stevie’s birthday month. We celebrate his life in every year. I personally celebrate him everyday. I will be doing this until I see him again in the flesh in the new earth…
He was a man of many talents, and traveled the world, China, India, Israel, USA, UK, Europe. His next stop would have been Russia. He was passionate about God, his family, his friends, cricket, history, Indian food, and he loved a good debate. He developed a reading app for underprivileged kids in the USA. His favorite cities were Jerusalem & Paris. He walked in the steps of Jesus, from Bethlehem to Golgotha. He purchased houses for the homeless and befriended the destitute. He would sit on the pavement with beggars and chat to vagrants.
I miss his laugh, his dance, his humor, his enquiring mind, his generosity, his kindness, his compassion for the homeless and poor, holding his hand and his physical presence. His friends called him “sentimental Stevie” because he loved talking about deep things. You could say he was an old soul an *indigo child…
He had friends of every belief, Hindus Jains, Jews, Muslims, Atheists, Buddhists, Christians and he loved finding out more about people and what they believed.
He is not gone because I feel his presence all around me every single day, and he sends me many signs to tell me he is still with me…

Today is his birthday, he would have been 36, he changed worlds 3 years ago. I feel him all around me, guiding me, watching over me. I feel honored that he was given to me for 33 years, he was and still is one of my greatest teachers, he taught me how to forgive.
His friend’s from India named him Satish which in Sanskrit means “one who is truthful”.

I carved my grief
into the bark,
beyond the known,
beneath flickering sunlight
where fairies do roam,

and the forests sigh
in remembrance
of my child
for he once walked
in sacred woodlands
so free
and so wild…

his feet left a trace on foreign lands
he’s written into the marrow,
into the timeless expanse…

In clearings of exquisite light,
he glows,
steeped in the essence of indigo…

and after all, like John Lennon says…”we all shine on like the moon and the stars and the sun”….

one of his favorite bands…

*Indigo children are considered to be freethinkers with profound insight into the human condition and an ability to see the truth clearly. As spiritually gifted old souls, indigo children find it hard to fit into mainstream society and often become misunderstood, rejected, or misdiagnosed and medicated.

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Dear Reader…

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

dragonfly fairy

Dear Reader,
(I apologize in advance if it’s too long) …….
This is a dedication to some of the bravest and most authentic Earthlings I have ever known…
On this day the 2nd of January 2020, I have an admission to make, it’s been hard! Some days I’ve had to scrape the very bottom of the barrel to find something to be happy about, especially over the so-called “Festive Season”.

It is the very simplest things that make me happy, like today I saw a *dragonfly for the first time in my garden.
If I was Kim Kardashian, I would get 6 million likes just for pouting my lips in the mirror, and it would only take a nanosecond (I’m way too old and not pouty enough for that, sorry)

In a world where being popular means owning something flashy, being wealthy or having a Degree, I have failed miserably but I’ve come to understand that it is okay to just be a storyteller or a wannabe poet.
I’ve totally worn my heart on my sleeve, and it has come at a very high cost, it has made me incredibly vulnerable. (not that that’s a bad thing)
Brene Brown said that “Daring greatly means the courage to be vulnerable, it means to show up and be seen, to ask for what you need, to talk about how you’re feeling, to have the HARD conversations.”

How many of us hide all the difficult stuff under the carpet and pretend to be someone we are not?
My life has pretty much been cracked wide open, what more do I have to lose?
So, does this mean you will like me more or less if I tell you that I have been crying and in a heap because life is so bloody hard at times?

I read a book years ago that impacted my life greatly, it’s called “Why I’m afraid to tell you who I am”….(because you might not like me and it’s all I have). It is written by a Jesuit Priest called John Powell. It is very short and an easy read and I recommend to anyone who feels that they do not belong.
Today when I went to look for it, it was on the top shelf of my bookcase.

So, belonging for me doesn’t actually mean being in a group per se. I think we should all have a sense of belonging to this race we call human, even the good the bad and the ugly.
I spent years in Church trying to fit in and guess what, I never did because I couldn’t speak the language and I questioned everything, and I still do?
I also tried to belong when I was a child in school but I was never the popular one, not even in my own family. I think the dog was the only one who thought I was freaking awesome!

We are all connected, like it or not, but we’ve just forgotten what it means. So, on coming to this Earth school we have to relearn connection and awaken into something so wonderous it is almost beyond our imagination. It takes work people and a whole lot of surrendering!
For we are spiritual beings having a human experience, we are sparks of the Divine, made with love, and we have every resource available to us in order to shine.
Ram Dass said, “we are all just walking each other home.”

I’ve been afraid for so long to speak out my beliefs, for fear of rejection.
Many may look at me funny, but hey, aren’t we on an exciting journey of discovery together, a quest to brave new worlds, seeking to set aside our judgments and prejudices, can we do that? Can we have those hard conversations?

I want to be brave enough to tell you who I am and if you don’t like me I should love myself enough to be able to handle it.
Please don’t pity me though, I have been given a gift more precious than can be bought or bargained for. It is a light that cannot go out, a love that never fails, an eternity I get to spend with every single beautiful Earthling.
Here’s the thing, we all come from the light, so we all get to return to the light, no exclusions, no holds barred!!

*The dragonfly symbolism carries with it the wisdom of change and learning through experience. It’s the symbol of joy and lightness, and having a deep connection with your thoughts and emotions…..

Thank you for reading this far and thank you for taking this journey with me, no matter how treacherous it may seem, it’s the authentic light-filled souls who keep me from falling…

Image courtesy of Pinterest…

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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…
©AllysoAlly2019

Posted in A tribute, Love

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

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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