 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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 Stained glass
You resurrected yourself in many partials, different colors, and hues to be placed back together in a large mosaic. What will you depict? Right now, fierce warrior-ness. Bow and arrow at the ready, lion's main to show power, dragon's breath for flames. Passionate running through the woods crunchy leaves blow my cover. Shit. -emote- Hollering out a battle cry within. AAAAAaaaaa Against myself war rages. Start to finish. Finish to start. Confusion speaks. It is a oneness I am coming to know. A seeking a speaking or-- no? Self-doubt echos back in these ears-- only to be put in its place. release. A personal mantra, "you know your body". "The Mind Controls the body but the Breath controls the mind." B.K.S. Iyengar. Stinging Pain Rears No matter what happens you know yourself move through it. Be you, Be with it. Stillness. There is weighted discomfort. And yet, be brave. It is time to lay down weapons there is no fight to win. Peace within. Sit in the tree instead of crunching the leaves. Hear the sounds that surrounds. Offering to you instead of you doing Supported. Do you have my back? Smelling life for a moment. Find your ease. Sniffing promotes breath which is your own breeze. You will find your stride. emote no lie. easy doesn't hold a lasting result. Anything worth wanting, knowing or having takes effort. Banter of what your life should be, who are thee, stand-- Stand with yourself. In the strife, in the shattering jagged pieces that will find there place Quietness is sometimes the best possible reasoning-- Rest-ing place take your time. Honor your voice of walking yourself through instead of running to keep pace. earning these life warrior stripes, medals of war. Soldier on Fierce Warrior-- Soldier On.... In your last breath your final mosaic piece will be laid until then you must carry your divine flame. Work to find the balance. the glue to glass easy will never last. Poetry by Karlene Rantamaki Glasswork Mosaic by Crystal Burr  In the wake of falling out of starfish pose,
Maybe not this time try again. Oops, I didn't stand firm, try again. Umm, I missed the mark, try again. Man, I didn't know, try again. Maybe not this time Maybe not next time but sometime I will. I tried again I risked again I cried again How many times again? Tried a different route Forced it to come out I am sworn out but down the road after rest, rest, ummm more rest Oh and more days after that rest I am turning about with a loud shout! Risk again, what? Scary I know and with the right guidance gathered around my frown is slowly turning upright now Lots of bumps Lumps humps I've endured to fall and lose it all Misunderstanding, misled, and a loss of self I've been calling to myself Where is home? Where is it okay? What can I do? Not give up on me. One moment Just one I don't know how many moments will pass to be me and I try again for a small little victory Like falling out is a sweet victory. I tried again Will keep trying again Because it is the part that helps me be with peace, again |
Dr. Jamie MarichCurator of the Dancing Mindfulness expressive arts blog: a celebration of mindfully-inspired, multi-modal creativity Archives
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