The Ewe say ” … you must cry into the song.” A man in the taxi said “… you are beautiful when you cry.” … But these things are not easy. To cry into the song when you are still so sad … To let your beauty shine thru when you feel as though there is nothing to hold you up.
Today “Ampey!” took it’s first breath. It’s a girl and a boy. A mommy and a daddy … very scary to have something depending on you for survival. Gooie and new. Truth reflected back in ways you could not have expected. So beautiful … when you cry. Incredible magic … This living, breathing thing that does not go away when we have to work, when we have to mourn. A conversation between now and then. Time, voice and motion. Amara says, “surrender”, but I didn’t now how much I was holding on. The first breath and last are not so far away from one another. The longing eats us from the inside out. Crying into the song takes some learning. So does letting go. “You must cry.”
Photo: Tahir Hemphill
Today, I learned that … I know how to cry and I know how to sing. I even know how to both at the same time. But, “… crying into the song” is one thing that happens at one time. Crying and singing is two. Different … but also very connected. Just like us. Different, but connected. No matter how much I want us to be the same … we are not. We are connected. We are family … but we are not the same.
To cry into the song when you are still so sad, listen, accept and surrender to the tears so you can let them fall into the song is not easy … but now I understand what it means “to be beautiful when you cry.” There is so much to learn. Thank you.