Settle in with some tea and follow along to a reading od Alfred Lord Tennyson’s The Two Voices. A poem a bout a man who is feeling hopeless and considering ending his life and the dialog between the two voices in his head.
V&E Poetic Therapy offers you two ways to get your poetry fix. With the poem’s text here and a video of a reading from Chrysalis Invictus’ Poetic Wisdom Series
Sounds of traffic and rain in the background.
Cone hang out with me and appreciate some excellent poetry. I will be posting a different poem every Monday morning with a video from Sunday night
Cosy up for this Sunday night poetry reading offering of T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
The Dead Man Walking BY THOMAS HARDY They hail me as one living, But don’t they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am… Read more “V&E Poetic Therapy: The Dead Man Walking”
by Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.… Read more “V&E Poetic Therapy: Mirror”
The full moon represents a balance of solar and lunar energy: the moon reflects the sun bringing day to night. A full moon ceremony is your opportunity to align the dark and light within you.
We use the oak as a gateway, a place of passage between our world and the Otherworld. We dedicate our work to aligning ourselves in prepararion for the responsibilities of success and material gain. We have come to accept that we DESERVE abundance and now we must align our intention for what we will DO with abundance.
Our lunar yoga practice this month is inspired by the Oak lessons of strength and endurance.
“One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.” James Russell Lowell “There is pleasure in the pathless woods.” Lord Byron “One touch of nature… Read more “Tea Wisdom”
Her Kind By Anne Sexton I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over… Read more “Poetic Therapy: Her Kind”
A short reflection based on the reading of the poem Cradle Song written by Alfred Lord Tennyson:
why, in our youth are we so eager to leave our mothers, to leave the nest, to grow? With exceptions, most of the dangers in life are beyond the safety of our homes and yet we seem to have this drive to run toward them as fast as we can. Then as adults it seems reverse our drives and we become afraid of the change that the world brings. Sometimes we are so afraid to leave the nest, we are caught by it, trapped there and stagnant. What is the happy middle ground? Do you know your nest? Are you able to leave?