"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.
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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 As myself 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. Lord Hanuman,
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? Lord Hanuman, 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 My strength
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 Even when 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. |
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