Thursday, 19 May 2016

Blackbird. . .

This blog post is in memory of Desmond Semeatu

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Do you have broken wings?  It tells me that you used to fly once but you've either injured yourself or someone or something has clipped your wings so you can no longer travel.  All your life you will come across people and things that will try to make you not want to fly anymore.  Of course, the worst would be if you no longer wanted to fly yourself.  I wonder sometimes where your mind goes to.  Is this why your wings are broken?  You've flown too far and your wings couldn't hold you anymore?  We find ourselves in this moment now, in this moment that has now arisen, what you were waiting for, where you will find peace that the world cannot give.  I understand that.  I have episodes myself where I think sometimes that this world is too cruel and not meant to be this hard surely?  But I don't think we are as weak as evil wants us to be, we are not as stupid as evil hopes us to be, so let's disappoint those who choose to harm us and learn to fly again.  Even if it means it's away from here.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

What can we learn about how to see through sunken eyes?  We can see things through eyes of experience, through the story telling of people who have been there before us, who have experienced an intensity that we are apprehensive to see for ourselves and have no ability to comprehend until we arrive at that place, like going through a carwash for the first time as a child and you spend your time looking around all excitedly in the car, trying to capture what everything looks like, the sounds of the machinery whipping against the car windows.  Can we afford to be such spectators in our own lives?  Like we sit on a conveyor belt and wait to be scanned and put into a shopping bag because we've let ourselves be bought by some hungry shopper that we have allowed ourselves to be sold to?  Will we know what freedom tastes like and feels like if we haven't really ever been free?



Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

The dark black night has a light that will take you to where you want to go.  The symbolism of blackbirds is quite interesting to read.  Blackbirds can travel between worlds and see what we can't see.  There are people that are called blackbird medicine people who love to sing and they can entrance an audience if they choose to.  

You loved to sing and you loved being the centre of attention.  It was always entertaining to see you in your element.  When you told jokes and held court with your friends, it would always make me smile.  Sitina would look at me, roll her eyes and laugh.  Loma would chuckle and tell me, that's Des for you, the man.  

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

I hope that you use your wings to fly.  Towards the end of our connection, we spent most of the time preparing for Loma's unveiling in 2013 and now you're no longer with us.  I will remember the good conversations we had about music and how much you loved Elvis Presley.  I'm sure you will be sorely missed by all of your family and friends, in particular, your rock, your wife for life Sitina. 

I went to see her on Monday night when I heard the news, just to touch base and to let her know that I am here for her if she needs someone to talk to.  I think widows have ears and hearts that can help new widows come to grips with living a life without their partners.  I'm a strong believer in that - it's a life of living without their soulmate, rather than moving on.  In the end we just move.

Rest in peace Desmond Guy Menendez Semeatu.
You were only waiting for this moment to arise. . .