Today, three years ago, it happened, and I no longer have words for it. (The words are all gathered in Greater Matter A Journey of Poems to Death and Beyond)
May I honour the past, in order to let the future be.
Showing posts with label Anniversary memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anniversary memories. Show all posts
Thursday, 23 July 2020
Gatherings and spillings for the future
All who loved and honoured Norman Morrissey were sad today three years ago to learn of his crossing, at 3:13 on that Sunday morning.
Today, three years ago, it happened, and I no longer have words for it. (The words are all gathered in Greater Matter A Journey of Poems to Death and Beyond)
May I honour the past, in order to let the future be.
Today, three years ago, it happened, and I no longer have words for it. (The words are all gathered in Greater Matter A Journey of Poems to Death and Beyond)
May I honour the past, in order to let the future be.
Saturday, 27 June 2020
Trees and the earth's lovelinesses
Today 10 years ago two South African poets - Norman Morrissey and myself, for those who know us - made a covenant under a tree - a copper beech, whom Norman had named Guinevere, for her splendid auburn foliage.
Today 7 years ago, we formally tied the knot before friends and family.
When Norman fell mortally ill in 2017, I went to Guinevere and asked her for help and comfort. I took down words, which I felt streamed to me from her, and entitled it Song of healing. I made a crude monotype print, painting the words as a mirror image to themselves (a requirement for hand-printing letters), and used a few of Guinevere's leaves in the design.
Today 3 years ago, I gave Norman the framed picture as a fourth anniversary gift.
He died on the 26th day after that.
I published the song in Greater Matter, my book of poems tracking my journey of grief as a widow.
Norman's love for Guinevere, and for trees in general, built a foundation for me sounder than anything I had enjoyed before.
Is it presumptuous to say that Guinevere's witness to our covenant ensured that my heart be rooted into a love that was greater than our mere selves? A love that helped make me far more whole than I had been before, a love that healed woes and wounds and curses?
I don't know.
But I do know that I continue to live in and by the laws of love. And that love has deep roots beyond my human flesh, it has roots feeling into all the earth's lovelinesses.
Today 7 years ago, we formally tied the knot before friends and family.
When Norman fell mortally ill in 2017, I went to Guinevere and asked her for help and comfort. I took down words, which I felt streamed to me from her, and entitled it Song of healing. I made a crude monotype print, painting the words as a mirror image to themselves (a requirement for hand-printing letters), and used a few of Guinevere's leaves in the design.
Today 3 years ago, I gave Norman the framed picture as a fourth anniversary gift.
He died on the 26th day after that.
I published the song in Greater Matter, my book of poems tracking my journey of grief as a widow.
Norman's love for Guinevere, and for trees in general, built a foundation for me sounder than anything I had enjoyed before.
Is it presumptuous to say that Guinevere's witness to our covenant ensured that my heart be rooted into a love that was greater than our mere selves? A love that helped make me far more whole than I had been before, a love that healed woes and wounds and curses?
I don't know.
But I do know that I continue to live in and by the laws of love. And that love has deep roots beyond my human flesh, it has roots feeling into all the earth's lovelinesses.
Tuesday, 23 July 2019
Wednesday, 27 June 2018
Anniversary shrine and some memories
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| Love Gyre and two little wedding lanterns. Handmade ceramic. |
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| Thank you, Margaret Fourie, for marrying us. 27th June 2013 |
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| "Let no one come between those whom God has joined together." |
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| "Out of your words will pour the light from the lanterns I shall make for our wedding." |
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| "... across all these spaces of unlikeliness." |
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