 Dear Jamie-
I am nearing the end of my journey And I've been with you through much of yours I was there when wanting to off yourself Was still in your thoughts every night And I'm glad that you stayed around to take care of me And that you stayed around to let me take care of you Remember, dear Jamie, you named me Joy for a reason I am the only animal in your life you got to name And you named me Joy You needed more Joy in your life And I was happy to give it I still am I hope that now, as I near the end of my time You are closer to learning that Joy is within you Love is within you Light is within you Like your beloved Dorothy, everything you need is Already within you Including Joy I still have some time left, so I'll hang around Until I know that you've gotten it for sure At least I know that You will never let anyone Lock me up in a cold basement again
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 I AM a feather on the breath of God
Feathers come in different sizes, shapes, colors and textures God uses my uniqueness to radiate the world I AM one feather, and i delight in the feather that i am. I AM a flute through which the wind of the hours plays music There are a variety of flutes on this earth: Different tones, different timbers God uses my sometimes klunky instrument to play in the symphony I AM one flute, and i delight in the flute that i am. I AM a being through which the Divine river flows All rivers return to the ocean, Taking different routes to get there God has wound my river on a weird and wonderful path I AM one river, and i delight in the river that i am. -Poetry and artwork by Dr. Jamie Marich, based on lines from St. Hildegard of Bingen, Khalil Gibran, and Rainer Maria Rilke  What began as a challenge for an Expressive Art project led to a fun family experience with my most difficult medium. After taking a class at our local library, I decided this was too fun to keep to myself. First, we prepared our surfaces and gathered the materials to experiment with some acrylic pour paintings. Acrylic Pour Supplies:
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Next, we covered the working surface with plastic or newspapers. To keep the canvas out of the run off we, placed push pins on the back (corners) of each canvas. To mix paints, each color is mixed in individual cups with a 3:1 ratio of paint to mixing medium and thinned with water as needed (should drip or flow from the stir stick). Cells are created by adding a few drops of silicone which is folded in a few times. The mixed paints are poured or layered into a primary cup and this is known as a “dirty pour”. Place the canvas on top of the cup in the center while flipping the cup and the canvas over. Allow the cup to sit a few minutes and gradually raise the cup. Tip the canvas from side to side and cover the entire surface. Use stir sticks to wipe dripping paint from the bottom of the canvas. If the sides are not completely covered, dip your finger into the runoff paint and tap until all white canvas corners and sides are covered. Artist Statements: From the first pour my daughter said, “I feel like I lost myself in this project. It was fun to focus on colors and what naturally happened. There was no need to try to control the design, but just let what happened-happen.” “It was a relaxing experience and fun to watch what happens as the cells appear. I am looking forward to making the next one.” This from my husband who doesn’t consider himself artistic. Second pour, my daughter said, “I really needed this!” This project was such a success with my family members who are excited about trying new methods and taking the time to relax, create and embrace art with each other. Suggestions for bringing Acrylic Pour to the clinical setting:
The formulas are a mixture of acrylic paint with an extending medium. The following pictures were used with the “dirty pour method”. Paints were mixed using a 3:1 ratio of mixing medium (floetrol) to paint. Three to five colors were selected. I would recommend joining an online support group to determine which combination of mediums you prefer and introduction to new methods: RESOURCES: HTTPS://ACRYLICPOURING.COM HTTPS://ACRYLICPOURING.COM/ACRYLIC-POURING-FLOETROL-RECIPE-INCLUDED/ HTTPS://DANNYCLARKART.WORDPRESS.COM/CATEGORY/ACRYLIC-POUR/ HTTPS://WWW.THOUGHTCO.COM/POURING-ACRYLIC-PAINT- 2577360 HTTPS://WWW.JUSTPAINT.ORG/UNDERSTANDING-THE-TECHNIQUES- OF-POURING-ACRYLICS NANCYREYNER.COM/TIPS-ON-POURING-ACRYLIC/ Happy pouring! Katie  The earth and sky are one
Just as Jesus and Hanuman are One How could one ever go back to sleep After being this awakened? How could anyone hear their name Shouted in anger again When they've finally heard it Whispered with such love. The earth and sky are one Just as Jesus and Hanuman are One The truth finally found me May I never get lost again Photography (of Jamie) by Ola Sobanski  Jack's NestEgg Diner (Warren, OH) July 2018  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  "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 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 |
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