Author: Tanya Southey

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

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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 […]

Week 23: Petrichor

Week 23: Petrichor

Petrichor The wilderness was once visible a hooded darkness of caves and woods monsters concealed in logs or behind shadowy rocks A lonely place The wilderness is now invisible a place of tall buildings and people milling a proximity of connection but utter disconnection a […]

Week 22: Empathy

Week 22: Empathy

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Empathy

Don’t wrap me
in your pity
or stifle me
with sympathy
the lion’s roar
may well
seem silenced
but it’s alive
within my core

Don’t smother me
with platitudes
or shroud me
in condescension
sympathy will only
invoke my rage
my wounds
will scream
with anger

Tread water
with me in the inky
ocean of emotion
don’t throw the
rope of
patronising promises
to pull me in to safety
trust me enough
to float next to me
in these deep
uncomfortable waters
don’t seek to soothe
your own discomfort

Only then might we
be washed up
spent
ready for restoration
on the beach of
understanding

© Tanya Southey
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Week 21: Abundance

Week 21: Abundance

Abundance It’s easy not to trust to doubt that all that you need will fall into place It’s effortless to fall into the fear and miss the signs of the quiet blossoming We are led to believe that support and love come in large packages […]

Week 20: Sanctuary

Week 20: Sanctuary

Sanctuary We are all fleeing from something even those who appear to be standing still Even those who are planted in the same spot as the moment of their birth these rare beasts who seem to be happily grazing on their less than green grass […]

Week 19: Homecoming

Week 19: Homecoming

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Homecoming isn’t
the same anymore
the furniture has
been rearranged
and grief sits in
your empty chair

The spoon has
leached its metal
into my tea and
the milk seems
curdled even though
it’s in the halcyon days
before its use by date

There is a fragment
of me standing
on the mantlepiece
a part of you is laughing
next to me

Will this new me
ever wear the previous
mantle of my peace?

Home is no longer
a physical place
to rest and retreat in
it’s the sound of
an opera floating
on the breeze
the scent of roses
after summer rain
hydrangeas growing
in the shade of a
mossy wall
pasta in a blue and
white ceramic bowl

Homecoming
shattered
to shards
of memories
scattered like ashes
appearing
wherever I am

© Tanya Southey
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Week 18: Reflection

Week 18: Reflection

Reflection I hand-picked a constellation of stars and hid them in my heart they shine reflected on the lake inside my mind This is the place where you will always live even as the wild geese cry in flight even as the moon rises on […]

Week 17: Soul

Week 17: Soul

Soul Invisible and some say non-existent I know you are out there somewhere in a place where time has no clocks hovering over me wispy, wise benevolent When the opinionated ego with its petulant wounds withdraws its magic and sulks inside its bruises you nudge […]

Week 16: Promise

Week 16: Promise

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Promise

The shadows
were long
in the setting sun
and you had kept
all your promises
to the ones
you loved

You had even
honoured
the ones
to whom
you only
admired
or less

And yet
You had broken
many made
to yourself

Not the big ones
like travel
the world
or build
a career

But there were
vows you should
have been taken
more seriously
seen by the world
as smaller
inconsequential

To never let
yourself down
to follow your
intuition
when it screamed
sound advice

And now you
grasp there is
only one that
should ever be kept –
to love and honour
this life
no matter its texture
no matter the path

Only you
could keep
the pledge
your heart knew
had to be made

© Tanya Southey
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Week 15: Longing

Week 15: Longing

Longing You have wrapped your desires in an invisible shroud of your longing under layers of regret hidden tightly with all your losses shame and pain Your hooded vulnerability now buffered from the wind forges ahead missing someone you have never met Winter is your […]

Week 14: Thrive

Week 14: Thrive

Thrive You are there though layers of adulthood may have concealed you But it does not take an archaeologist to unearth you chip below the psyche’s dust and there you are shy, sensitive child who could not watch a Western movie the fighting between the […]

Week 13: Miracle

Week 13: Miracle

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Miracle

When on grazed knees
you sink
begging for a miracle

raise your eyes to the left
and see the people in your life
the random meetings in what
were billions of
statistical opportunities
yet you stumbled on this one
that holds your heart

even
if it was briefly

Raise your eyes to the right
and see that all you ever needed
has been there for you
even when you couldn’t see it
the earth
has never withdrawn her support

Look inward and notice
when you breathe
that tiny
moment
of nothingness
as you breathe out
your body decides
to breathe in again
and that each morning you awake
with a clean slate
to break the patterns
of your self-created incarceration

You too are the flower
that chose to bloom
in the only chink
within the concrete

and you think you need a miracle

© Tanya Southey
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Week 12: Forgiveness

Week 12: Forgiveness

Forgiveness In the darkest forest of forgiveness I forged a path where one had never been I led you to the edge releasing you absolving you Not for your sake but to free myself to trust my heart again © Tanya Southey #52words52weeks   Please […]

Week 11: Prophecy

Week 11: Prophecy

Prophecy What if you knew? Deep intuition that every fibre inside of you confirmed with every heart beat But there were those who used facts and science to pave over your wild, raw and unmeasurable knowingness What if you knew your prophesies could unseat the […]

Week 10: Freedom

Week 10: Freedom

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Freedom

It’s not the handcuffs
or the prison walls
it’s the silent glance
hastening your compliance
an eyebrow
a tilt of the head

assumptions you run
beliefs long past
their use by date
keeping you
second guessing
in your own head

the norms that form you
cupcake clichés on how
to live your life

silence the voices
including your own

drop into your body
hold the pose
find the place of
most compression
sit and trust the wisdom
of your body to
water the now
desiccated dreams
you were born with

© Tanya Southey
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Week 9: Purpose

Week 9: Purpose

Purpose I was born on a cold winter’s day when the light was fading and the frost lay thick and frigid high above sea level You think I can’t remember but my cells do I know the moment my spark entered my body I know […]

Week 8 – Permission

Week 8 – Permission

Permission The first cracks of light started on the inside thoughts that rubbed together and created a spark piercing through the dark armour I had been forced to don The cloak the mantle of the good girl the ‘Bless me father for I have sinned’ […]

Week 7: Eternal

Week 7: Eternal

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Eternal

The owl came last night
it’s never been before

the sliver of the
waning moon
hung right
above my door

the moss had grown
beneath the rock
you once stood on

the gurgling creek
still moved along
the course it always knew

the dragonfly
suspended
in the sky

the sun would set
the sun would rise

the traffic weaved
the buildings stood
the people moved
unaware

the ripple of you
gone back into
the universe
the particle and
the wave

I sipped my coffee
closed my eyes
inhaled my memories
and found you in eternity.

© Tanya Southey
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Week 6: Retreat

Week 6: Retreat

Retreat You were always striving to find the pinnacle the mountain the river the ocean that would make you whole again the elusive source from which you sprang The external the answer in a book in a face of another and yet it eluded you […]

Week 5: Sonder

Week 5: Sonder

Sonder This life I find so big is merely the backdrop of yours prop-like I am drinking a tea while you are in the café deep in life-changing conversation I am the extra in the movie of your traffic jam the one you sat next […]