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Updated: Jun 7

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Ultimate Creatrix 

You held us, naive and selfish babes, in your pulsing bosom; 

The warm plains and lightning skies knew nothing on your hold 

As you taught us what it was to feel ourselves

Your jasmine breath in the evening breeze has always said to us, Mama, 

“You are held, you are held” 


And as we grew barefoot into our own souls 

The amber Earth beneath our arches, the sandy eyes of the deserts watching us;

The green heartbeat of the mountains loving us;

The plover call and fish eagle song ringing in our ears 

It was you Mama, who called us to know our Earth and our grounding 

To fly with the birds, but honour sacred home, 

To sing our song, but sing it for each other - to love deeply and not with flight

In this way Mama, you set us free



You showed us, Mama, through the wounded, limping ways of humanity 

How freedom cannot co-exist with entitlement and it cannot walk with lust 

You showed us the snares of selfishness and gaping wounds inflicted by hopeless desire

Mama, the rhinos cried, shot down by greed like bullets in the back

And children starved Mama!

when we met each other in all the wrong places



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When did lovers become hedonists Mama? Searching for the next high, and the next 

Not feeling at all Mama... misconstruing the meaning of love for fleeting light Remember when love held us like the ocean, Mama, full and deep and strong, just like your waters showed us

When did we get so muddled Mama, that we forgot the importance of roots?

As deep as the baobab, as inter-connected as the fungal mitochondria 

The ecstasy of fruit is nothing without knowing the dark places we grew from

The joy is nothing, when it is only joy.









We look for answers from you, Mama

And you show us that thorns are not the ending;

That on a journey, you need not change direction when you meet the valley, 

But that there is a way through, and over...

We find ourselves lost Mama, forgetting

That the poison of feared branches is sometimes our greatest medicine 

That in everything, in everything,

There is love


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You showed us, Mama

How the most free among us are the ones who hold authenticity above all 

The dove who longs for nothing but to be a dove

And the painted dog, who is nothing without the print of itself

In humans, it is your love Mama, that showed us  - 

Existence in community, in holding, in devotion to each other

Through hardship and joy, in resilience too. 

In accepting our humanity, Mama

It is as if we are able to accept each other 

As if we were a piece of you, too.

With the whirling of lust and the loneliness of bliss, 

Where are we really, other than disconnected?

In the eyes of others who hold us as we are

And love us as we really are:

Broken, light, divine, lost, selfish, beautiful… 

We are all.


Mama, you set us alight as your setting sun, 

The soul of your being dulls into the pink horizon 

And you open us as you close your eyes for the night

To set free the stars, and set free our hearts 

Unto themselves, unto us, unto you  Mama, let us know the difference in the land and the sea and the sky But know all of them are in us too,

To know mama that we are deep, as deep as you

In your dust we dance awake and alive, to fall as your dust again one day too


The ultimate Creatrix, our mother, Africa


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Photographs by Alexandrina Fleming: https://www.anamcarafilmstudios.com/alexandrina

  • May 6, 2024

There is too little understanding in this world of the strength behind kindness. To be gentle, empathetic, considerate, sensitive and compassionate is not a gift freely handed to the half-willing, nor is it the curse of the weak. True kindness requires thorny, gruelling questions of oneself and a complete dissection (and often undoing), of inner beliefs.


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To know kindness in its most raw form, there must first be an uncomfortable 

unravelling of the mind’s deepest secrets and the honest forgiveness of oneself. Only then, can life – and the people we walk with in life – be loved with deep, beautiful, unrequited (but conditional), wonderful fullness. ------- If and when you hear somebody described as too kind, too gentletoo soft or too sensitive, or when you yourself use those words with distaste to describe the ‘lacking of a backbone’ – know that the backbone of kindness is the most courageous of them all. Behind the face that smiles warmly is a body that has borne the weight of suffering and learnt to forgive. There, behind kindness is the bearer of loss who has learnt to keep giving. There, behind kindness is the traveller who has journeyed inward to find strength to love outward.


Notice when you stumble on the depths of compassion in the shallows of the world, beneath the chaos of a roaring life: in the waitress that is determined, and the till keeper that loves his job, the Uber driver that cares to ask about your family, the friend whose presence does not condone cruelty, the protector whose hand reaches out even when they themselves experience fear… When you see kindness – in its pure and gentle form – 

recognise the strength that is in your presence. Understand the brave choice that that kindness has required, and ask yourself,


 “What will be my choice?


Artwork by a lion-spirit friend, Kerri Dunshea https://www.instagram.com/art.by.kez/?hl=en

Love is strange, isn’t she?

People spend their whole life looking for her

But mostly they walk right past her

They don’t believe Love can exist beside them

Or realise Love is already inside them 

So, they search for her in higher places –

On mountain peaks and in the tallest skyscrapers

They even imagine her with wings.

But Love has a fear of heights, she hates pedestals

She is not in the air, she is the air 

She is not above, she is beside

And always – 

She must exist first in the one seeking

Love together requires love alone 


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Love is awkward, isn’t he?

His socks don’t always match 

And he’s not always on time,

But he gets there when he needs to be –

Sometimes when you least expect him.

People imagine Love is some sort of hero

Carrying a sword to save their world from itself

But Love is terrified of war

And Love never carries weapons

The only pain love causes is when he is not there

And your lungs collapse for a little while 

Before you remember how to breathe again

From the place where

Love lived before


At her worst, love hurts like hell

– A sword between the wings that hold us close

But at her best love is your best friend and your teacher.

Teaching you things you never knew

About the world and about yourself

He makes you inquisitive and considerate

She makes you vulnerable and passionate

You’ll never forget his eyes or her soul

Even when there is a world between you 

Even if there is heaven between you

Love – awkward strange and beautiful Love,

Remains




Artwork by a talented Zimbabwean friend, Tara Wallace https://tarawallacestudio.com/

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