Eulogium

I have been sitting in funerals recently
Too many actually

But they have lead me to ponder
What would my family’s eulogy be for me

I certainly don’t want glorification
I know I am not, and have not, been perfect in any way
I want truth
Not some pontification of marvellousness
But I also would like to hear from them
Before I am gone
That would be way more preferable
Than regretful one-sided graveside conversations

I know I have been a parent that was the product of her parents,
and the parents before them
I know that a lot of my actions have been born from my early traumas
I know that I was a pretty shit parent
I also know I was a pretty damn good one as well
I know that I can’t go back
I can’t undo what has been done
Conundrums of parenting 101
I can only lay my heart open
And apologise for being a mother in training
Muddling along
Doing the best I could

In hind site it might not be the best of what I could give now
But it was the best of me back then

Is this a product of ‘old age’
That we ponder our past and our failings
Go down rabbit holes of the ‘what ifs’
What if I had done that differently
What if I had been a better parent
What if I had said that differently
What if I had done more, given more, been more

But what about our successes, our joys, our positive impacts
Why don’t we address them
I am sure they far outweigh the ‘what ifs’

It would indeed be most intriguing
To survey the ones I have raised
And ask them their memories
Of their mother
Would they immediately give you their negatives
Or
Would they in their adult years
Show some grace of understanding
That as a parent
We do the best
With what we have
At the time
And deliver some heartwarming musings of their childhoods

Coming back

Such a long absence from here
No insightful scribblings
For a while
Life has been overwhelmingly overwhelmed
But
I am back
With a head full of whirling thoughts
So much has happened
So many conversations
Trying to keep my brain clear and my head on straight
In amongst the swirl of the world

There has been too much death and dying in my world lately
But in amongst it all there has been so many wonderful new lights
New connections
And
Inspiring and challenging conversations

Life is good
Even when it is not so good
There is always flowers along the way
That help the cloudy days be not so unbearable

Finding Courage

When you are living and healing from years of abuse
you face daily conundrums
you are processing and growing
and trying valiantly to heal
in a way that allows you to regain your true self
the issue is though
that you actually don’t know who that is
your abuser striped the knowing of your self
away from you the moment he took you

you spend a life time
trying to regain some sense of self
self preservation
self worth
self confidence
so many self’s
but you constantly ride a see-saw
scared of becoming
self centred
self focused
self ish

so you bury your own self in the search of yourself
and get lost in others self’s

instead of fighting your own dragons
you protect your self by fighting for and with others against their dragons
because instinctively you recognise those are the same dragons you need to fight
but they are a step removed from yours so it is less painful

you become a warrior
fighting the cause
and sympathy becomes empathy
but carrying load after load of others pain
becomes too heavy

and then warriors break
but only when broken can you truly focus on self healing
only then do you realise the courage it has taken to get you this far
so much courage taken to stay alive
it
is
exhausting

but your journey towards self growth has just begun

you then face more conundrums
how do you heal?
do you
continue to bury the truths of your abuse
do you
continue the cycle by
Not airing your dirty linen in public?
Keep sweeping the dirt under the carpet?
Shut your mouth cuz it might offend others?

do you stand up and fight
do you speak your truths

you have to find Your own courage
fight your own battles
no one else will fight them for you

you will need to dig deep and find your courage
to fight your abuser for the rest of your life
even when he is no longer on this planet
his dragons will still breath fire through the mouths of others

because no matter how many times you are told
it was not your fault
it always comes back to
it is
Your dirty linen
Your dirt
Your abuse

It is absolute shit
revictimisation at his finest

it takes an exhausting amount of courage
every day
to refuse to wear
his dirty linen
his dirt
his abuse

it take courage every day
to tame your dragons

Reminiscing Convoy

It has been just a year
– a year like no other
We were a fighting force
gathered together like a group of raggle taggle gypsies
strangers with a common cause
We drove together
from the south and the north
Creating friendships
Forming bonds
Celebrating life with those who understood
Talking freely
Rejoicing in the energy surrounding us
Fighting for freedoms
freedoms lost
freedoms stolen
not just our freedoms
– everyones
Fighting for
those blinded
those hypnotised
those scared
those compliant



The toll this year has taken
is indescribable
The abuse
The silencing
The rollercoasters of energies
emotional physical spiritual
Exhaustion
Exhausted
Drained
Heartbroken
Numbness

Looking into this new year
wanting to feel positive
But knowing what’s been…
Venturing in
toe testing the waters
Feeling
apprehensive
scared
wary
weary

But overall clutching Hope
grasping Courage
preparing each day
to be Brave

Alannah Radburn

Time and Life

63 birthdays were gifted you
you were gifted to us
to me
to so many who loved you
time spent
spent time
together

measured in moments
heartbeats
rhythms of life
flowing between rivers
of sweetness
and sadness
of hardwork
and holidays
a cadence of days

10 birthdays thereafter…
celebrated by us
with heartbreak
and soul filled memories

life
this interval
a season
a period
a duration

embrace this span
this epoch of life
time
won’t be held
can’t be stopped
once spent it is gone
no going back

we think we have aeons
but in fact
we have but a brief beat
in the melody of life

I loved you for then
I love you now
separated by dimensions
in time and space

Tears fall
remembering
the precious time we shared
Thank you for the memories x


Remembering 42 years of love & life shared with Timmy 💞