Old with new
Child with Adult
Kid like heart
It is tough
Truth with Lies
oil and vinegar
They don’t mix
Sometimes holding on
Who does she want to be?
What is real?
What is her present moment?
32 next week.
What makes her go on her own?
Playing with going
No one else
Fireworks Beautiful colors
Just wanted to see.
She drove through traffic
Testing her ability
She felt fear and she felt...
Guilty for going alone
and no one directs this life anymore.
She just cannot wait for someone to say “lets go”
She’s got perseverance.
She’s got Community Damn it.
Go try. Break fear.
Wallowing chokes out growth.
Transitions are meant with tears
and that’s okay.
Didn’t see that one coming.
Space opened just for you to feel
other people’s presence
She opened-up her
Not everyone sees.
How she copes
reads and challenge
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
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
It will come through play
Allowed to create
Silence and with speaking
Silent no more
She works to speak.
Yes, it’s tough
And well hell
She meant to be heard.
Slow and steady
She gains momentum
Nothing to prove just gains for herself
A Voice, Freedom, Living, and Personal
Blessed to be among
people who see this when she has fallen
And helps dust her off
and stand her back on solid
Painted rock image featuring the expressive arts therapy practice of Irene Rodriguez
Stained Glass (Guest Posting)
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.
Hollering out a battle cry within. AAAAAaaaaa
Against myself war rages.
Start to finish. Finish to start.
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.
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.
There is weighted discomfort.
And yet, be brave.
It is time to lay down weapons there is no fight to win.
Sit in the tree instead of crunching the leaves.
Hear the sounds that surrounds.
Offering to you instead of you doing
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--
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
I've endured to fall and lose it all
Misunderstanding, misled, and a loss of
I've been calling to myself
Where is home? Where is it okay? What can I do?
Not give up on me. One moment
I don't know how many moments will pass to be me
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 Marich
Curator of the Dancing Mindfulness expressive arts blog: a celebration of mindfully-inspired, multi-modal creativity