Many of us take a top down approach to our wellness thinking that if we change the way we eat, if we work out, buy ethical products then we are achieving wellness. Yet there is still an upsetting amount of judgement and shame that we put on ourselves and others and the initiative fails. Why is this? Changing your perspective might truly be the first step.
Tag: voice of the voiceless
Why Poetry?
Poetry is the rhythm of all things, in all things, and all that is and is not. It is the sensibility which transcends all other senses. It… Read more “Why Poetry?”
V&E Words: New
In the post on V&E Words: Renewal I discovered that the prefix RE- means “again”. Inspired by fellow blogger Que Fenomeno post called Coin-a-Concept (excerpt to follow) I want to look at the… Read more “V&E Words: New”
What Mad Wizardry is this? ASMR & Non-Verbal Communication
ASMRtists, Mad Wizardry, and Non-Verbal Communication I watched this video and I felt like I had stumbled upon the YouTube channel of a 2000-year-old wizard. Obviously, the first… Read more “What Mad Wizardry is this? ASMR & Non-Verbal Communication”
V&E Tribe: Why Write?
Why Write?
If you’re asking yourself that question, then the answer is likely: because you’re a writer.
For writers, the act of committing words to paper (or screen) is not a choice but a compulsion that cannot (and should not) be quelled…
V&E Poetic Therapy: One Art
One Art
BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master…
How do you know it’s love?
I know I love Kahlil Gibran… Sharing an article from MakeItUltra™ called 5 Signs of Codependency that I think everyone should read!
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
by William Butler Yeats 1919
I’m curious, how does this poem make you feel?
Is this simply a response to the traumatic WWI, and if so, why is our response to trauma to end it all? To believe that it is all ending?
vehemence & emergence 