Exodus

 

"How did I get here?!!!" 

These words had mastered the art of not only being at the core of my thoughts but had also taken centre stage when my verbal episodes unfold in the "desert" I now find myself.

I long for an answer, I need closure, something or someone to hand this baggage to or some hope to keep me going, but if I am to be overwhelmed by the sand in this "desert" I now wander then let me take one last look before I give it all up, one last look at what could have been.

In that moment, I see her standing right in front of me with her hand stretched out, having nothing else to lose I take it.

They call her Mnemosyne (The goddess of memory) .......

It was a beautiful morning like others before it, with our favourite bluebird chirping as we cheered without a care in the world (or so we thought) but not so far into a morning decorated with diverse activities we noticed something new about our bluebird, it sang. 

We were amazed. A good number of us wondered if it had always sang, we curiously listened to our bluebird sing and it sang so loud, it sang of a beautiful place, one where things are what they appeared to be, of green trees that are actually green and not painted, a place where the water is as clear as crystal and nothing is hidden. 

Our interest was piqued, if there really exists a place like the one our bluebird so meticulously described then that's the place we needed to be and so we moved. 

The sun came out in it's glory still we moved, the heavens poured but it was no match for our voices as we advanced. Our women steered rhythmically with every step we took and our men navigated harmoniously. 

Together we moved, with so much energy and a vivid picture of where we wanted to be, where we needed to be. We had our song, we knew our song and we sang it.

One day on course we looked up and saw a rainbow, we became ecstatic thinking we must be close, the place we need to be must be closer than when we started out but we discerned that it was nothing but an illusion as it disappeared as quickly as it took form, we then made a pact to touch the trees, caress the waters and feel the grass kiss our feet before we say "we are here", so we moved.

Then came the dark clouds and the rushing wind. 

We were tossed by the wind, thrown into thick darkness, attacked by beings we couldn't see, we held hands so tightly making sure no one could let go of the other still they were snatched away by the unseen, never to be heard of or spoken of. 

This darkness became our new companion as it lingered for a while, the best of the rest of us fought it while some decided to dance with it. We had our hearts broken, our spirits shattered as we watched this darkness divide us. 

Days passed before we finally saw a faint light, as our bluebird circled what was left of the herd which set out in the beginning, it still sang. The song that made us move is now longer than what we started out singing. 

Now we have so much more to sing about, more reasons to not stop singing that one song our children and their children after them will be grateful that we sang, the song of what and where we want to leave to them, the song of how we got here. 

And so we move!