Your body is soft in all the right places
Divine light pouring through, renewing the earth with your very presence. Your body is soft in all the right places Giving comfort to a world hungry for healing feed the people with your grace embodied. Your body is soft in all the right places Holy mother rejoices at your sight, challenging any notions that you are anything but radiant. Your body is soft in all the right places A love note to the universe, a universe cherishing The very existence of you.
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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. 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 I durst not reveal that I am enclosed in the womb
of Mary. Food umbilically appears from a slot in the wall, waste magically removed the same way. My tongue tastes flavors of rainbows, while my feet intricately dance in unknown steps. The floor pulsates and the walls shimmer. Oh! I am reborn daily without ever leaving my cell. Praise God. Poem by Kelly Boyer Sagert Photo by Efe Kurnaz I return to the womb
Every time I curl up And let the colors swirl around In this posture my being Cultivates a new growth, A new energy So that I may awaken As a blossom, a flame Ready to heal the world. Danger!
Challenge me . . . You're ok; You may get stung - you know how to take care of the bite. Moving past me you are entering wholeness, freedom and expansiveness. I'm like a gate that leads you into a beautiful, open and new space to explore and evolve into. Go toward your fears and let go. No more self-imprisonment, No more chains. Absolute Freedom, Feeding my soul, No more starving for air. Nourishment. For gain, move beyond the pain. Sane beats pain, hands down. The edges hold things up; Be in the question - There's the tipping point. There is often footing, grounding, on the other side - even if it can't be felt from this side. Patience. Strength. Tiptoe, dance, jump, fearless! Back to innocence. Written by retreatants during the 2017 Expressive Arts Therapeutic Weekend Intensive in Warren, OH as part of a group process on exploring themes around "the edge." There is a fine line
Between order and chaos Dance the line my love -Haiku by Jamie Marich, photograph by Faith Chester, featuring the practice of Dancing Mindfulness facilitator Alicia Leigh Hann "Some days I feel like I have a foot in both worlds, yet never really belonging to either."
-Governor Kate Brown (The first openly bisexual governor in U.S. History) A deep fissure dwells In my body and soul Despite all of the prayers the meetings the massages the yoga classes the rituals the counseling I am still searching... I know I am beautiful I embrace my worthiness I've healed a cadre of traumas wounds scars punctures bruises tears In my therapeutic quest The longing for wholeness remains A blessed fusion I will only find through learning a different kind of sacred dance I accept the invitation... My dance needs two feet And an open heart A path for hope exists to move shake twirl breathe enjoy expand As authenticity embodied in this life. Speak the truth
Even when your voice shakes I've seen the meme I've noticed the posters And I've wretched inside. So much easier said than done. Taking a breath I share my variation... Breathe Breathe into the center of my being Breathe and find my truth On the exhale, allow doubt to release Let fear begin to soften Exhale the lessons learned that My truth doesn't matter. Be gentle if some of these blocks remain. Trust my journey and Allow these tendrils that silence me To fuel my intention The doubt, the fear, the negativity Let my body know the innate Specialness of my truth How she needs to be shared She wouldn't frighten me if she didn't. Ride the waves of doubt Play in the rain of fear and Navigate the brutal rocks of negativity Breathing all the while Breathing like a lion and I will roar like a tiger Speaking my truth to the ages Dancing with the consequences "Brave Girl" mixed media: acrylic on canvas with photographs featuring Sister Henrietta Ritter, HM one of my kindergarten teachers and first movement facilitators on my left wing, representing the lineage of bold female teachers who came before me. This picture was taken in the 1920's when she played in a professional basketball league, recently gifted to me by another member of the Sisters of the Humility of Mary (Thanks Sister Joanne). On my right wing is Alicia Hann, one of my Dancing Mindfulness training students and emerging leader in our movement. She represents the boldness of female students I have the privilege of teaching. I am in the center, lifted up by the wings of integration given to me by my students and my teachers, flying me towards my greater purpose of helping other brave girls heal. Thanks to my cousin Danielle Realty for recently giving me an ornament with this phrase "Brave Girl" embossed upon it; the concept has given me a great deal to ponder! Divine mother,
Soften the edges of my soul to reflect the easing in my body. Sacred wisdom, Loosen the grip I squeeze on life to embrace the joy of letting go. Glorious love, Mellow the stress in my existence so that I may fully enjoy life. Holy breath Infuse the edges with space and time to receive this world as I am. |
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