"Bacchus, how are you so in the moment?"
"What is moment? You mean chew and stretch? Yawn and sigh?"
"Yes - Those! How do you do all that?"
Bacchus then yawns, repositions his head, and closes his eyes,
thinking to himself,
"Human is asking weird questions again. No wonder she needs me to protect her."
Rose Kormanyos, LMFT is a Dancing Mindfulness facilitator and student in the Certificate of Expressive Arts Therapy program; she (and Bacchus) are based in Cincinnati, OH.
Don’t be fool by me
I may smile
I may seem to have it all together
But inside I may be falling apart
I may seem to have all figure it out
But inside I may be playing by ear
I don’t have all the answers
I’m looking for myself
If you see me around
Please, just call my name
-Irene M. Rodriguez
In the supreme quiet of morning
I can just be
Sitting on the deck
Surveying the landscape
Both internal and external
It's good to have land
Especially when I can walk on it
Breathing fully into
The possibilities of each day
The water neutralizes
The fire within me
And I swim freely
Refreshed and renewed
Returning to sit once again
How sweet it is to be home
My anchor, my ground
My renewal and hibernation
The wayward come and go
Filling my space with delight
My home lives and breathes
Ebbs and flows like the seasons
The common thread is
Profound gratitude for having
Learned to come home to myself.
Send your monkey army
To heal my broken heart.
Fly down to India's southern tip
Like you did to rescue Mama Sita
Rescue me, my sweet Baba.
As I pray to you, I wonder
Have you given me the
Answers I need all along?
The answers to heal myself?
Breath that flows through me
And a heart that only knows how to love?
Send your monkey army
To heal my broken heart--
You already have!
Before I even knew your name
You equipped me with my salvation
My heart breathes into the sacred union.
Photograph by Jamie Marich
the flow of my creativity
the power of sensuality
the channel of divine Grace
Thank you, my sweet hips
For expelling the demons
from my sacred body
I felt pain from your struggle
I know with a scared certainty
You have never once abandoned me
And as I access your precious energy
Your dances will lead me home
Steadfast, to the authentic joy that I am.
Poetry by Jamie Marich, featuring of photograph of Jamie by Lauren Bergamo
In my mind, there is a very distinct difference between justice and vengeance.
Justice is a principle based in objectivity. Vengeance is based in emotion.
Justice is an attempt to fine tune balance in the eternal. Vengeance is an attempt to balance a ledger by any means necessary in the present tense based on the past.
Justice is blind. Vengeance has 20/20 tunnel vision.
Justice is based on reason and logic. Vengeance is based on instinct.
They can, and often do overlap and intertwine in various ways, which may lead to some confusion in the moment.
They can sometimes be the same.
They can sometimes only appear the same.
They can sometimes feel the same.
They can sometimes only appear to feel the same.
And can be everything in between.
They also can be something altogether separate.
- J A Meade, A brief essay inspired by a Hinduism/Taoism/Stoicism philosophical combination
Photograph by Dr. Jamie Marich featuring the Dancing Mindfulness practice of Lexie Rae
Warmest water, balm to my body
Salty sensations, purify my soul
I dance in the waves at sunset
Giving my burdens to the sea
How could I ever leave this place?
The convergence is perfection
The ancient peoples knew this truth
And now I am learning
I want to swim in the waters forever
And yet my sacred duty is to emerge
From this ocean restored, revived
To carry this medicine to my native land
(Based on a first line by Mary Oliver from "The Hummingbird")
The green wheel of her wings
Are powered by sacred breath
The life force of this and every age
Her wings take her to the corners of the earth
Where Divine Order wills her flight
She is vibrant, she is free
She soars with the wisdom of the ages
She owns her beauty and her grace while
Knowing when to rest into her vulnerability
Others have tried to clip her wings
Threatened by their span and their reach
And there was a time she almost let them win
Yet as wise friends observe...
What would be the point of loving her?
To love her is to let her fly.
When someone asks, "What are you?,"
As we discuss the spiritual and the sacred
I will now respond, "I am all religions."
God/Allah/Hashem teaches me love
Showing up as Jesus, Divine Mother, and through
the nourishment of prophets and saints.
Buddha teaches how breath allows this love to flow through me
A blessed gift from the universe, from my ancestors
From the fusion of Shiva and Shakti, from the dancing fae.
Mother Kali, Mother Earth, Holy Spirit
The rising tides, the frozen lake, the flowing river
Dragon's fire and dragon's flight all protect me.
I am the child of them all.
The prayers are building blocks, not scripts
And my poetry doesn't have to rhyme anymore.
The spirit within me is no longer shades of grey
On some continuum in the middle of a black and white world
Spirit is all the colors, all the reflections, all the experiences
Spirit is all the feelings, all the sensations,
Spirit empowers the transformation of tragic pain into splendid art
Spirit does not belong in a box, on a scale, or with the laws of men.
For decades the Pharisees told me not to indulge in this buffet:
That faith is not a cafeteria and
The salvation of my soul depended on eating what I was served.
I grieve those years I almost listened and I celebrate the victory within
The inner light is a rainbow prism sparkling from ruby slippers
Carving a path, guiding me home this whole time.
Dr. Jamie Marich
Curator of the Dancing Mindfulness expressive arts blog: a celebration of mindfully-inspired, multi-modal creativity