 Old with new
out Grown Child with Adult Responsibility Shifts Kid like heart It is tough Truth with Lies oil and vinegar They don’t mix Sometimes holding on creates Confusion Contusions Who does she want to be? A kid Not possible. What is real? What is her present moment? 32 next week. Single. Differently Able Perspective Changer What makes her go on her own? Playing with going No one else Just herself. Fireworks Beautiful colors Got scared Loud noises Echoing Just wanted to see. She drove through traffic Testing her ability She felt fear and she felt... Freedom It’s weird. Guilty for going alone and no one directs this life anymore. She just cannot wait for someone to say “lets go” No. Boundary Self Power. She’s got perseverance. She’s got Community Damn it. Go try. Break fear. Wallowing chokes out growth. She’s shifting. Transitions are meant with tears and that’s okay. Cry. Supported. Didn’t see that one coming. Space opened just for you to feel other people’s presence and kitties heartbeat’s Balance. She opened-up her Rib cage. Not everyone sees. How she copes reads and challenge with Comprehension oooo that not easy. They have been trying and she dropped her wall She doesn’t want to live in fear that’s not cool at all She’s worth more than the self-sabotage Thankful for a moment spoken into her life Speaking to her “let them control their own boundary” And the body is hers for purposeful slowing down reasons Not to ignore the fact asking for help-- is in that lesson Logic with emotion Won’t work hand and hand and hers is human Expression is in discovery Be It will come through play Allowed to create Silence and with speaking Hmmm. Silent no more She works to speak. Connect. Yes, it’s tough And well hell She meant to be heard. Slow and steady Practice She gains momentum Nothing to prove just gains for herself A Voice, Freedom, Living, and Personal Growth. Blessed to be among people who see this when she has fallen And helps dust her off and stand her back on solid ground. Painted rock image featuring the expressive arts therapy practice of Irene Rodriguez
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The spoken words and movements vanish in time.
The images are the constant reminder of what was once part of the present. They stay in the mind as a sharp pain that asphyxiates the guts and drowns the illusions. Dear, save your interpretations. You, full of prejudices that only reflect your values and omissions. Take care of your tasks so that the naive does not have to pay for them later. Save your interpretations because contrary to what you think will be used as nourishing. If you would just watch ... you could feel the silence. The same silence that breaks the smallest of illusions. The same silence that shuts up because now only the images can scream. The images that reflect what is hidden wanting it to be exposed. The images that reflect what is silent because the words have been already vanished by time. |
Dr. Jamie MarichCurator of the Dancing Mindfulness expressive arts blog: a celebration of mindfully-inspired, multi-modal creativity Archives
September 2022
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