Alas de Alma

Alas de Alma translates to ‘wings of soul’ which I think is about freedom. Since I have known her, Alma has always been about championing freedom for others and celebrating her own. We started this blog as a place where friends and family can offer support, share stories and pictures, information on health and healing

 

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19 thoughts on “Alas de Alma

  1. I have just sent some old family pictures of Alma (and most of them have me too) for Zalman to add to this blog. This summer I feel like I had a sister like no other time in my life. She truly is a unique and wonderful human being. So many of us love her so much. There are, of course, good stories that go along with each picture.

    • Seeing you two together this summer and hearing a little about your childhood makes me curious to see the pictures and hear more stories. Thank you for being here and taking such good care of Alma.

  2. I travelled to Tucson to see Alma a few months ago. Walking along the wash near Trader Joes we saw a hummingbird. It stayed with us for AGES, almost playing with us, following us, we both hadn’t ever seen a hummingbird behave like this. We were lit up with the gift, grinning like fireworks, like a dolphin sighting. I will never forget it and will send Zalmatistan some photos from that day.

  3. This is beautiful, thank-you. Is there any place that folks might send cards to
    Alma? I know at least one person who was asking.

  4. I sent some photos of Alma and the Tucson Raging Grannies. We’ve had so many good times together in the 30 plus years that Alma and I have been friends.
    One special time that comes to mind is a trip we took together out to the Cascabell Fair, outside of Benson,AZ. She had lived there for a time and it was great to be there with her old friends along the San Pedro River!
    I’m so glad to have such an amazing friend to have loved and cherished all these years! since we were young mothers trying to find the best way to raise up our youngsters, (who are now “middle aged”, YIKES!!!)

  5. What a wonderful image, Alma stretching her wings, taking in that magical light!

    Cannot explain why this came to me today….visiting Alma and Zalman in Tucson….the beautiful boy in the tub, having his little hands so carefully and tenderly cleaned by his mother. ..ittle boy a little whiny, the little mommy very tired, and the buckets, the surrounding buckets, every room, was filled with buckets of soaking soybeans. Alma was committed to providing a million soyburgers to benefit the worthy and needy. Enthusiastic and persuasive as she is, of course, I extended my visit to assist with those endless buckets of soybeans! One of the precious buckets was turned upside down, for Zalman to use as a drum. Naturally that started all the wooden spoons going,drumming all over the kitchen, Santana got turned up louder, and we patted out a million soy patties, talking story, dancing, singing, laughing and crying….there seemed no end to those damn soybeans!

  6. Alma helped me find my wings so long ago……….convinced me that even though I had a toddler, and no high school diploma, there was no reason NOT to attend college. She helped with rides, child care, whatever and whenever she could.
    Kept several of our classmates going in the mornings, careening into class in Kramer-like fashion, her long wild hair, late, disruptive. Alma would bring cups of coffee,and a fully loaded pink box from Dunkin’ Donuts, where she worked in the wee hours before class. No matter how crazy and late her entrance, she was always forgiven, by the teacher, who came to love her, too.

  7. International Yarn Bomb Day was held on June 11th 2011 & I knitted some hats to hang on some exercise equipment outside of the Himmell Park library. Alma wasn’t going to let this guerilla action take place without her so she met me in the wee hours of the morning at the park and helped me to distribute the hats around. We decided to take a little walk through the park so we strolled down over a grassy hill and onto a dirt path that led us to the swimming pool and tennis courts. Alma grew up near this park and when we got to the pool she told me of an evening when she and her friends scaled the fence around the park and went for a night-time dip. I just love that about her. She wasn’t going to let a fence get in the way of her and her friends cooling off on a hot summer night… And she reminded me to listen to the birds. They have something to say… Thanks, Alma!

  8. Poem of gratitude to Alma

    Sauteing thin circles of purple onion, small pieces of red and yellow peppers, slender crescents of pale green celery, all cradled briefly in a wok, all these colors, this life.

    Thinking of the email I just read and the beautiful photos
    Wondering how do I reach to that space on the edge of comprehension, what can I say.

    Remembering now, the bowl filled with now long gone cookies that you gave to me in the first days after the birth of my first baby.
    Did I ever thank you? – it meant so much to me a young mother with no family close
    Remembering every time I use this bowl, a bowl of memories and gratitude,

    Holding for me the bits I know of the mysteries of spirit/space your body has held
    Speaking gracefully of quirky awkward truths
    Skipping, twinkling, laughing over difficulties
    Caring deep to the bone for those alone and needing care.

    Seeing in my mind those times over the years when we connected, always speaking about the lives of our children, and I see the sparkle and tilt of your head.
    Ah, nothing glows like the love and pride of a mother.

    All this and more in the bowl

    Being In love and gratitude , Sharon

  9. Poem of gratitude to Alma

    Sauteing thin circles of purple onion, small pieces of red and yellow peppers, slender crescents of pale green celery, all cradled briefly in a wok, all these colors, this life.

    Thinking of the email I just read and the beautiful photos
    Wondering how do I reach to that space on the edge of comprehension, what can I say.

    Remembering now, the bowl filled with now long gone cookies that you gave to me in the first days after the birth of my first baby.
    Did I ever thank you? – it meant so much to me a young mother with no family close
    Remembering every time I use this bowl, a bowl of memories and gratitude,

    Holding for me the bits I know of the mysteries of spirit/space your body has held
    Speaking gracefully of quirky awkward truths
    Skipping, twinkling, laughing over difficulties
    Caring deep to the bone for those alone and needing care.

    Seeing in my mind those times over the years when we connected, always speaking about the lives of our children, and I see the sparkle and tilt of your head.
    Ah, nothing glows like the love and pride of a mother.

    All this and more in the bowl

    Being In love and gratitude , Sharon

  10. Alma, I have been thinking lots about you and Zalman. My mother, Debi L. – your friend who loves you so much, is the reason I know you at all. I remember Zalman as a kid, maybe we were 9 or 10, at our house. I am sure you were there too, hanging with my mom. I remember being irratated by him. Then I remember meeting him again as adults, both of us working at Janos. I could not believe this was the same kid who had taunted me on my front porch.
    I am enjoying reading these stories and wishes here. I am glad to know you.

  11. I was priviledged to live with Alma and Zalman in the late ’70’s here in Cascabel. We have kept distantly but lovingly in touch for the decades after that.
    I just always think of Alma as a sister I admire beyond words that come easily; she has a moral compass that surely reads true to me!!
    I love her wit, her perception, her sense of right and wrong, her sense of responsibility for herself and for everything else, her physical beauty, her kindness and generosity, and for doing her level best to leave the world a better place than she found it.
    Alma, I wish for you peace and joy with the remembering and ease and anticipation for the envisioning and that you feel embraced with love.

  12. Alma de mi alma, te quiero para siempre. Our bond is eternal, and I know I will look twice forever as some agile bicyclist goes past, white hair flying in the wind, reminding me of you.
    You led me into some of my life’s best adventures, and through you I met people I will always love. Cafe Ole crowd in the seventies, Wit’s End family from your schooldays, our Moms meeting through the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom, the Bush era Wednesday morning war protests, the Raging Grannies, and your caring soul making latkes for Gaza, making mary McEwan’s lunch dates with her old pals happen. You gave so much to everyone, I am humbled to think I can still learn a lot from stories I haven’t even heard yet about your good works. Your refusal to be thanked!
    You will always be in my heart, from our years together, starting when you and Zalman stayed with me awhile and we played house and cooked and philosophised. He was about seven then, and such an intelligent, funny, creative guy. Zalman, you are Alma’s most important gift to all of us. How great it is to see your remarkable inheritance from your Grandparents and your Mom owit, artistry, endurance, and love of this world. Sofia, I love you for bringing Alma to see me last spring, and for being with us all as she prepared to go to heaven. Free at last, my Darling, and not to be forgotten!

  13. Zalman–I don’t know if you remember me. I lived at Witz End with my husband, Richard Morgan, in the mid-70s. Your family has been a treasure in my life. Since my husband died, two years ago this January, I have not been as active in community events. Somehow I missed your mother’s illness all together and I deeply regret that I didn’t get a chance to give her a loving hug goodbye. Alma was like her mom in so many ways–and all of them precious. Sarah was a mentor in my life–a fount of community life, humor, resistance, and compassion. Your mom was all that Zalman. When she was taking care of Joe I remember going by to visit and being moved by how even the difficulties of her life were charged with creative energy. I think that was when you were in the wine business and she was proud of and amazed by your accomplishments. Though we didn’t see each other often, Alma and I always embraced when we did because we were part of the same Tucson community–a tribe of peacemakers, seekers, and lovers of beauty. Your mom’s death leaves a great hole in our midst. I look forward to seeing you and your Aunt Hannah and Debbie too, this Saturday. with sympathy and love, molly

  14. Alma – you had such life in you, it’s so hard for me to accept that you are gone. Goodbye, beautiful, grouchy, wonderful woman friend. Love and joy and blessings on your heart forever. You are as big as the cosmos, your soul goes on forever.

  15. happy/sad to look at these pictures and remember our laughs and talking so late into the night sharing so many parts of our lives. I miss you Alma. Your birthday time caring Cancer lady. LOVE OM

  16. Almost a year since my dear sister passed. We were all in a world of hurt, maybe more for ourselves (for losing her in our lives) than for her (who was finally released from her bodily pain and transitioned into true peace it seems). I am now much healed, emotionally and physically, though she comes into my thoughts often as well as the loss of her. I decided to come to Tucson in the season of her passing every year. This year I will miss her Yortziet and the Day of the Dead parade, but I will be with you all in Tucson for a week 10/27 to 11/3. You all, who are now the extent of my Tucson family, are all so dear to my heart. I look forward to spending time with you all. Much love, Alma’s sister Hannah

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