My sincere condolences to Marji’s relatives and friends.
Marji will remain for me a sincere and kind friend as she was in this earthy life. I believe her soul will find its peace and rest in the loving hearts of her family and friends. I saw how very attentive and deeply caring Marji was towards all her friends and students. I admired how easily she could create a community. When I met Marji, she was teaching her dance classes for adults and children at the Mickey McDougall Community Centre. I taught on Sunday mornings and Marji taught right after me in the afternoons. We always had lively conversations for the half hour between each other’s classes. That’s how our friendship started…
Svetlana Ischenko
Dancing Away
(for my friend Marji Wallace)
Time dances in slow-motion around you in the hospice room,
stopping for a sip of water or a teaspoon of ice cream.
Time stretches in the hula waves of caring hands around you,
halts to put a flower in your hair,
or fix a pillow under your head…
Time wakes you, and I am chatting away
of every thought, memory, or bit of news,
feeding you warm soup and chatting away,
and your responses are
as brief and sweet as the last sun rays
of the last evening of the old year.
“That’s wonderful. It’s great. Oh, it’s beautiful…”
Your right hand halted itself on your chest,
and I put mine on yours: “I love you, Marji.”
“I love you, too” -- your forehead, pale
with light from above,
and you smiled.
But time flows on in hula waves,
holding hands with your sister or daughter,
grandchildren or nieces, relatives or friends,
nurses or visitors through the hospice hallways,
sweeping you away in the last dance
to an eternity where each movement, slowed,
is the crest of an ocean wave,
the wings of birds, the tilt of grasses,
your loving heart and dreams,
sunrises and sunsets without pain,
and each movement carries you
with the words of an oli* or mele* into its miracle.
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oli* – in Hawaiian: chant
mele* – in Hawaiian: song
(January 9, 2025)