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A child of the Universe

“You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”
― Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

I always wanted to fit-in
instead, I stuck out
like a sore thumb…
they teased me relentlessly for having freckles and red hair
and they never told me that I was pretty.

sometimes those feelings return as if I was a ten-year-old girl again…
I welcome them in as visitors
not strangers to my inner world.
The pain reminds me that I am human after all…
I still haven’t put away childish things!

and then I remind myself that I am a child of the Universe…

©AllysoAlly2022

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Still dreaming

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

Maybe I’m not pretty enough
not thin enough
not rich enough
for you

but the world is changing
tides are shifting
celebrities are fading
faith is deepening
joy is unfurling
love is increasing
and grace will get us through…

So hopefully I’m kind enough
brave enough
loving enough
forgiving enough
to ride the waves of this change…

In a world where words matter
I’ll keep speaking what is true.

©AllysoAlly2022

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Prayer

My Granny taught me this prayer when I was very small…


“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life”

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The catch of the day!

He was fishing
in shallow waters,
now he trawls
in deep seas,
in heavenly abundance
he exists with ease,
and peace enfolds him
with halcyon dreams,
his love is around me,
it’s the air that I breathe..

©AllysoAlly2021

It’s my son’s birthday month and so many memories come to mind.
I could let them swallow me whole or I could allow them
to softly meld with my consciousness
, because love never dies!

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Returning…

“You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret
— you return to the beauty you have always been.”
― Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

My sister and I…

I used to ride my bike
for hours
and hours,
walk in the veld
gathering wild-flowers,
run barefoot
on dusty roads,
feel the African sun
deep in my bones.

I believed in the kindness of universal love,
a magical thinker
always dreaming of
my inner magic
my earthly song,
where every believer could sing along…

I would lie on the grass
and count the stars,
dance in the rain
and converse with God,

live in the innocence of the unknown,
ever mindful that
I was never alone..

the tune in my heart, imagined the encore,
and fear hardly ever
knocked at my door!

I grew up in Zimbabwe and remember a childhood of carefree abandon,
unaware of any threat to my survival..

Oh, and I remember learning to ride my brother’s bike without any help.

©AllysoAlly2021

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Douglas-Henry born 10thJune 1921..

“We’re forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable,
and trying to understand what can’t be understood.”
― Isaac Asimov, The Caves of Steel

This is a photo of my father at 6 months old…

we weave together memories
we blot out truth

seekers of other worlds
inscriptions from our youth

brought together in kinship
held together by faith

we dance to the tune
of our ancestors
yet our true-selves remain

made from the dust of a million stars,
we come to this earth to learn
teachers
followers
we are the brave returned

disciples, believers
we carry heavy loads
recalling
our purpose
as truly divine souls

and forgiveness really matters
it’s the hope
that we reclaim
as we let love
empower us
for we are of feeble frame!

even in quagmires of suffering
when we cannot see the light
they watch over us daily
and through the darkest nights

for the bones of our ancestors bear our genetic code
reminding us of our heritage
gratefully bestowed

they forged paths through the wilderness
scorched by the heat at midday
they wore the scars of a hundred plagues 
they foresaw earth’s decay

and they rise again in the new earth
like beacons of light
absolved by the Time-Lords
for their stories they rewrite….

I’ve written quite a lot about my old man on this blog,
so I have decided to commemorate his 100th year with a poem.

It’s about letting go and forgiveness.
I know for sure he came to this earth
to teach me to be the person I am today,
whether it be through acceptance or disapproval…

He read books by Isaac Asimov.
Perhaps he did see into the future and he wanted us
to be able to withstand the tribulation of this present time...

He would be a right old grump if he had lived this long!

©AllysoAlly2021

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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

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A child of Nature’s wonderment…

“I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

dance 2

I found my bliss in Bulawayo,
surrounded by a gaggle of ducks,
some noisy bantams and a dog named Judy…
Somehow, I knew from an early age that I was different,
a dreamer, an artist, a seer of visions.
(not recommended in a household of intellectuals)…

I was a child of nature’s wonderment
and spent many happy hours outdoors.
I clearly remember the first time I planted seeds
in my own corner of the garden,
the utter joy at seeing them sprout
from the hard-dry earth.
Everything seemed like a miracle back then,
alive with possibility…

The night skies were spectacular in Bulawayo
and I would lie on the crisp yellow grass
in the evenings watching the stars.
I had a sense that I was not alone in the vastness of everything
and a loving presence was always with me…

I was not popular in school, just a shy, dull and not very bright little girl
or that’s what I told myself…

I recall picking daisies and wild grasses in the garden
and putting them in a jar to decorate my room.
I loved climbing the giant tree outside our kitchen,
riding my bike to school in the rain
and listening to the latest pop records
while my brother played DJ in the next room.
I fell in love with all my brothers’ friends
but sadly it was unrequited…

Living in this magical Universe, I was untouched by the harsh realities of the world.

Though I deeply desired to be famous,
I shrunk away from too much attention,
actually feeling like a lost child, misplaced, and really quite odd!

I took up ballet when I was a little older,
I loved to dance, but I gave it up because
the other girls were prettier and slimmer than I was,
and I felt thoroughly out of place…

I loved tea parties with lashings of cake, Sunday lunches,
and lying next to the pool day-dreaming.
We were only allowed to drink coca-cola on weekends.
I still love the sweet, fizzy taste on a hot afternoon,
it elicits memories of a time when life was less complicated…

We had a kind, gentle man who cleaned our house,
he made the beds and did all the domestic chores.
His quiet, humble presence made me love him like a Father.
When I got home from school
he would make marmite and egg sandwiches
and we would listen to the radio together.

Though it was forbidden, I remember sneaking
into his room just to take a peek.
It was cold and bare with dark walls and a spring bed.
There was a prima stove on a tiny table in the corner.

I couldn’t comprehend why we lived in relative comfort
while he lived in an impoverished setting
drinking his tea from a jam jar…
(it makes me cry just thinking about it)
I was just a child unaware of the atrocities of that time,
and yet he was one of the most beautiful, grateful, humble human beings I have ever met…

We had to leave Bulawayo abruptly when I was about fifteen,
but my heart is still buried there, in the dusty earth…

©AllysoAlly2019

 

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What’s in a name?

“I said you were Not Hardly Alice.
But you’re much more her now. In fact, you’re Almost Alice.”
[Caterpillar Absolem Quotes]
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

alison

When I was a child I hated my name.
My brothers and sister were named after Kings and a Queen of England.
I thought that I wasn’t special enough to be royalty like them.
I asked my parents who I had been named after
and they told me “a girl they met on a ship”.
That didn’t seem good enough for me, so I vowed to change my name
or maybe use my second or third name.
I was named Alison Margaret Diana…

Then in the ’70s, the movie “Love Story” came out
and I fell in love with Ryan O’Neal and Ali McGraw.
Suddenly the name Ali became popular.

Calling myself Ali didn’t seem so bad after all.
Over the years people started mispronouncing it,
calling me Ellie and Arlie,
so I changed the spelling to Ally.

Just this morning I thought of my name “Alison”, a name I used to hate!
The good news is that I have become quite fond of it.
It got me to thinking if there is something significant about our names.
Are they conceived by heaven?

I think it’s really cool that my name means “nobility or of a noble kind”

I have decided to be proud of the name that I was given,
after all, I do feel a bit like Alice in wonderland….

#littlesister