Author: Tanya Southey

Week 47: Fleeting

Week 47: Fleeting

Fleeting We promised to meet, a pact made long before we were born when we were light in the throws of planning an earthbound journey We promised to meet, a pact made with love long before the movement of tides fated us to drift in […]

Week 46: Refuge

Week 46: Refuge

Refuge It was long ago and memories now lie within a hush of petals fallen to the ground to nourish the earth hungry for beauty It was long ago and the music plays a scratchy memory of a needle on a record going round and […]

Week 45: Manifest

Week 45: Manifest

Manifest

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I was born your angel
not in the sense of the good girl
but in my role of fierce protector
my tiny hands were made to
drag you from your fears
to save you from yourself
and reignite your laughter when
you were in a tunnel of darkness.

I was born your angel
not that my wings were visible
nor that you dressed me in flowing white
but I was the defender of your vulnerability
against people far larger than me
and my words became a sword
that slayed your inner dragons

I was born your angel
not that I had a halo that ever fitted
but I trod the hallowed ground of keeping
you alive and manifesting anything you
needed in the material world
I was made from the same fabric as you
but somehow managed to express
my pattern differently

I was born your angel
so why now do I feel so helpless?

© Tanya Southey
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Week 44: Saudade*

Week 44: Saudade*

Saudade* Sometimes the mists roll in bringing thunderous sunshine and the cicada filled memory of kikuyu grass beneath bare feet, cooling in the summer heat Sometimes the mists roll in bringing Delft blue skies and the clear recalling of the crimson roses in the tiny […]

Week 43: Truth

Week 43: Truth

Truth You came here without a path your role is to forge one for the ones trodden by others do not belong to you You came here with a heart your role is to break it for the only way to protect it is not […]

Week 42: She

Week 42: She

She

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She who puts herself together
with perfection is hiding the secret
of her own imperfections;
she who steps forward
despite feeling “not good enough”;
she who smiles through gritted teeth
and nods, violently disagreeing
breaking inside, acquiescing
because she knows she cannot
shift the system

She is forming

She who cleans excessively
as she cannot find the one thing
that alludes her – her own power;
she who presses autumn leaves
of dissappointments
into old encyclopaedias, merging
histology with history;
she who bakes and nourishes tribes but
has been unable to feed her own soul

She is churning

She who loves mountains
but lives on a flat plain
without a hill in sight;
She who needs dense trees,
the call of wild birds,
but has the view of someone
else’s laundry

She is moving

She who’s been taken
and moulded
and forced
into a shape that is
not her own;

She is rising.

She is gathering
her sisters, walking,
meeting in moonlight
and at dawn
they will paint a new day

© Tanya Southey
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Week 41: Mercy

Week 41: Mercy

Mercy Give yourself twelve moons start with the fullest point collect all the things you say about yourself, the hardness, the brittle thoughts the lack of kindness, the things you would never say to a dearest friend, but you say to yourself with ease and […]

Week 40: Lacuna

Week 40: Lacuna

Lacuna* If you go into yourself and find a patch within that has no graffiti from others, from them, from people who love you and those who do not, if you go into yourself and find a field where nothing is built and no one […]

Week 39: Blessings

Week 39: Blessings

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Blessings

I create blessings in my head
I send them to my hands
and stroke them into your hair
I tell you nothing of them
for you will look at me
with your wry smile
and tell me I am way too optimistic

This cosmic dust of pure intention
will soothe the disappointments
and form the yeast that rises into joy

I have sent these consecrations ahead
they rest on a cushion
in a window-seat waiting to warm you
I have sent blessings ahead
as voices in the air,
voices that you will hear
when the grit of disillusions
have dulled your hearing
I have sent them ahead
as a cryptic treasure map
where ‘x’ marks the spot
where you will find your gratitude
I have left candles on the windowsill
to guide you
hoping you will find
small hampers of happiness

Blessings sometimes come
disguised as disappointments

Only much later when they
are fully unwrapped and
stoically borne
do we know they were gifts

© Tanya Southey
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Week 38: Horizons

Week 38: Horizons

Horizons Horizons are a calling a nudging to a place that sometimes only you can see far beyond the misty plains, way beyond the wooded hills Horizons beckon and whisper, “Come, just over the hill just beyond where you are at now. There, look, is […]

Week 37: Iktsuarpok

Week 37: Iktsuarpok

Iktsuarpok* There are gentle Spring days when the air hushes the chilled land back from the cold and the hollow blue, sky hums to a tune that was written a million years ago And still in that peace we are pulled to the door, habit […]

Week 36: Well

Week 36: Well

Well

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There was a time
when wells were the
only source of water
and villagers would
congregate and share
while drawing life-giving
liquid from deep caverns

Now we are unaccustomed
to coming to the well
to slate our thirsts
We mindlessly
turn on taps
unaware that the
we have resources
on hand that our
ancestors would find magical

Equally unaware
that we have interior wells
that we can kneel beside
and quench
the thirst for things we
feel we don’t have or
worse, we don’t deserve

The well that taps us
to the source
the words that can reframe
our patterns of thinking
that keep us stuck
in a desert, parched
In the turbulence
find your well
find the vein
the water that gives you joy

You have no idea how many
miracles have been
whispered into existence
in the dark, alone, beside the well

© Tanya Southey
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Week 35: Belonging

Week 35: Belonging

Belonging I have survived so much but mostly I have survived myself with a deep longing for true belonging I have survived my need to fit in and do the things that everyone else believes I was born to do I have outlived the fear […]

Week 34: Ripening

Week 34: Ripening

Ripening They always told you you were a rose delicate pink and blushing in the morning sun and yet you did not believe all that you were told you held a sliver of an idea that once reached you in a vague and distant dream […]

Week 33: Connection

Week 33: Connection

Connection

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Then and Now”. Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets) — with Denise Smith

Invisible threads hold us together
stitching us through lifetimes
ties that cannot be severed
roots of energy tapped
into emotion
transmitting feelings
regardless of where
we are in the world
regardless of time
distance or space
numbers dialled at
exactly the same time
identical words spoken
to different people
instantaneously
thoughts carried on
clouds and rained
on dry paddocks
soothed by knowing
that energy is eternal
we have been connected
since the world began
tribe of souls
braving the universe
to learn that in love
we are never alone

© Tanya Southey
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Week 32: Transformation

Week 32: Transformation

Transformation We fear that transformation will change us forever yet intrinsically a butterfly is still made of caterpillar cells and has memories of days before it could fly Sometimes a shift is brutal and fast other times change starts in the east a golden orb […]

Week 31: Space

Week 31: Space

Space A Haiku: Between you and me wide skies and roaring oceans the heart knows no space © Tanya Southey #52words52weeks                       Please follow and like us:

Week 30: Vellichor

Week 30: Vellichor

Vellichor

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Lifelines”. Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets)

The pages are fragile now
yellowed and thinned with time
but still the stories remain
alive and waiting to be read
to enter someone else’s life
and leave a mark
a sigh or second glance
even with the faded ink
and feathery edges which
belie the youth of fresher tales

Here in this space
the books embodied
hold all the love
the shattered dreams
tiny triumphs
and lonely longings of
an ordinary life

The memories of
hands that held
and not only read
but added to the story
liver spots on certain pages
snacks enjoyed now immortalised
in smudges on your recollections

Shelved now in the second-hand store
the wistful pang of lives once lived
sun that shone in days gone by
the wood became the page
the ink tattooed on the vellum
you chose to write your life on

© Tanya Southey
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Week 29: Prayer

Week 29: Prayer

Prayer Perhaps along the way this word became attached to things you lost your belief in perhaps along the way you lost the connection to the divinity that rests within each breath the part that breathes you the higher you that can seek to solve […]

Week 28: Hope

Week 28: Hope

  Hope Hope is a bulb under frozen snow buried, dormant far from the sun it believes unequivocally that its shoots will push through the darkness It gets that the soil though cold and wet will create the urge to reach towards the unseen light […]

Week 27: Mystery

Week 27: Mystery

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Striding over the Eye”. Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets)

Mystery

The great unknown
is all around us
yet we walk around
all knowing
totally right
totally entrenched
in our meaning making

We are locked
in our positions
our knowingness
our absolute
black and white
beliefs that shape
our days and carve us
into the smallest version
of our expansive selves
we move in a groove
of repetitive habits
thinking on tracks
never deviating
from the notions
stopping at the
same stations
picking up the
same thoughts
on a daily grind

And still the mystery
is there lurking
in the background
aching to be discovered
where did you really come from,
soul, that chose this body
in this time
to sit in this classroom of life

Where will you go to when
all your lessons are complete
will you return to a home
long forgotten but
instantly remembered
or will you become
something new
and forget the
feelings and experiences
of this space
morph into the petal
on a flower
carbon flung
from an unknown star
dandelion blowing in the wind

© Tanya Southey
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Week 26: Rest

Week 26: Rest

Rest This place of letting go and entering the space of being the great – I am the slipping into slumber the trust that you will return even though you have handed over full control to this unseen force unseen but restorative you yourself hidden […]

Week 25: Loss

Week 25: Loss

Loss Loss rages unexpected as a bushfire it burns the water dry cardboard drops stick inside my blistered throat The world once upright overturned I walk legless and catatonic Even months from now after I have strained singlehandedly to push these monolithic buildings back into […]

Week 24: Grace

Week 24: Grace

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Grace

Grace knows
Grace knows
how to stack
your vertebrae
one above
the other

Align the spine
when the haters
cry to have you
stooped and bent
when all expect
you to spit
back the venom
that was aimed
directly at
your good intentions

Grace knows
that dignity
is the precursor
to love
grace knows
to hold firm
smile and wave
walk away
remain upright
but not uprighteous
poised and elegant
compassionate
above the fray

Grace knows

© Tanya Southey
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Difficult Conversations – How to discuss grief and loss with children

Difficult Conversations – How to discuss grief and loss with children

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon several years ago and I had nothing to do that appealed to me.  My daughter was cramming for Year 12 exams and my husband had a deadline for work. The dogs would have loved a walk, but the sheets of […]