..they travel in our bags and hair, in the lashes of our eyes, in the accents of our curries.The word “Secret” can make you think in darkish undertones, but an “ish” is an “ish”, a suspect emotion.
And Families are fantastic streams of discussion. That cupped with traditional plates and sauce of soul-chat, is sheer sweet goodness…
we gather in a huddle - yesterday. There’s foodsongs & jabber,
but like a death defying Artery, there is always communion with the Creator. As a child I gawked at the Unseen in the Centre of our elbows and knees, presiding over Ma’s vindaloo
and Gran before her; He brought in fish from the seas He made along with our coriander leaf and rock salt, oh green chilli.
I stared and still do, at Him here, like the Silence of the Sun,
and it happened last night as nephew Sky (name equivalent) played the guitar like a prayer;
it made me think of a Bird-Shadow on sea, going past the night to breaking dawn: its Shadow plucking waves and earth, up a slope to dawn mountain
where Shadow & bird become one in the Light surrounding all.
Sky* stops playing; he and his gentle blue-grey eyed Eidd’m (name altered:) lock wrists. I tell them about Bird Shade.
Paint that for me, Neph* says.
Eidda shows me her stunning Fluid Art Collection; we chat on Alcohol-ink from city ArtStore, we look at mediums of water colour & my oils;
there is the Family selfie/ group hug; how we’ve grown! How much more I look at Us, not as Yesterday but as a new Creation winging into Dawn soon enough.
Tradition can be a Purdah – veiling, shawling, shoving our innerbeing away from Freedom or
it could be speechless Chords nudging us toward our Unknown.
Fav Fam Trads. ? in the above mentioned & more in the fingerbones of prayers we don’t know we do; but like homing birds we go instinctively to Where the Light surrounds
.. in the Secret place of the Most High, in the Shadow of the Almighty Who will recklessly follow the human spirit to where our Trust is without borders, and we walk on water…
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