Loneliness an illusion – we’re always connected by threads of light dreamt and drawn – this webbing cradles our minds our hearts our souls like bones that form a whole – we’re not alone – if only we can see our connections in time and space without squinting.
I’m currently taking the Basic User Course. I haven’t been able to stop drawing since I discovered Neurographica in April. I found many free videos on YouTube but decided to learn about the history, principles, and techniques with an instructor.
I feel transformed by this art therapy. I completed a 21-day transformation challenge on my anxiety and feel much calmer and lighter. My energy of worry is now a creative force. As you can see, I’m starting to combine the art with my poetry. I’m now completing a gratitude challenge, which will heal anger, the top layer of all suppressed emotions.
I can’t heal the world, only myself. If each of us heals ourselves, then we can have peace on earth.
Go Dog Go Cafe friends, baristas and guests… some of you may recall that the idea of an Internet coffee shop for writers was inspired by an exchange I had with Poet Girl Em a few years back. So when Christine approached me about starting a collective, I merged the Go Dog Go Treetop idea she and I had bantered about in comments with the Coffee Shop idea Em and I had bantered about and the Go Dog Go Cafe was born. Check out the About page for details…
Anywho… Em had been pretty quiet around these Word Press parts but she has come back with a humorous flourish with this haiku! Take the time to visit the First Friend of the Cafe and a dear old blogging friend of…
Aging is a slow death.
Maybe it doesn’t matter.
Why do I care;
I ask for clarity and energy.
What matters is you. Just be happy. These are mole hills, not mountains. Can’t bring back love. Can’t fix everything. Can’t outdo. Can’t worry about recognition. Can’t worry about inequity. It’s not important. It’s their blindness. Just be grateful.
What makes me angry?
Am I letting go of the past?
Another shell breaks open for new life. Growth emerges after fire.
I recall in times of despair, they said, why aren’t you angry?
I held it in selfishly. I couldn’t speak or cry out.
Why would it matter. Really.
If I shouted and screamed.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t.
I beg, please lift this darkness.
There’s too much to do other than what I’m supposed to do.
There’s too much loss with more on the way.
Is this life? Am I wrong to be concerned?
I’m angry and sad.
I’m ready to let go of it. But how?
It doesn’t end.
You counted the Mala beads. This is a process. Just be patient. You did ask for this. Seeking forgiveness in all lifetimes Seeking gratitude in all lifetimes Letting go of anger in all lifetimes Healing curses in all lifetimes Curing pain in all lifetimes Seeking grace in all lifetimes These are all gifts Not burdens. You chose to release the shadows.
Like the sun is inside of me
A blazing fire
I scream to the deaf.