(My) First Poem on Earth

The sun shines down on me
Warming my skin
Glistening in your eyes
Absorbing and radiating endlessly

The breeze embraces us
Stoking the fire
Moving the manes
Passing on its way elsewhere

The water provides for us
Cooling our tongues
Cleansing our bodies
Saturating our village

The sun, the breeze, and the water
Breathing into us
Sustaining life 
Connecting us all as one

                        This is me, I am enough

                        My thoughts belong in this world

                        Wherever a Rose blooms, I shall be.

            

Written by Rose A. Fitzgerald during a Therapeutic Poetry Workshop courtesy of  SocietyX with Lisa Ann Markuson: imagining it is 4,000 years ago, writing the first poem on earth 

My Permission Slip

I grant myself permission to release my past
I grant myself permission to release my future
Like shackles on my heart and mind, no more
May you vanish, disintegrate, and be gone

So that I may arrive and thrive
Arrive and stay, here in this present moment
Arrive and stay, enjoy the hearth and the inner workings of my heart

Come down, look around, clear away the dust and debris 
Process the pain and reawaken to my time
My heart, patchwork and bleeding, cleansed and refreshed

So I can let the future arrive at my doorstep
With open arms and clear vision
No more hurt, no more pain
Simply acceptance with everything to gain

Positive abundance is my destiny
Thriving joy is my core state
I deserve to feel good and let go and flow

The beating of my heart keeps my time
The wind at my feet guides my direction
The universe nourishes my being unconditionally
Now it is time for me to do the same

Into the light
Into this moment
This breath sustains me
My fears released

Written by Rose A. Fitzgerald during a Therapeutic Poetry Workshop courtesy of  SocietyX with Lisa Ann Markuson

[Insert YOUR Story Here!]

You are worthy.

You are important.

You deserve to feel good.

I would love the opportunity to listen to you, to hear you, to support you, to distract you--whatever you need right now.

And then, with your permission, I would love to share your story with the world.

Because we are more alike than we are different.

Because we are not alone in this world.

Because we all are experiencing what it means to be human.

You, and me, and all of us: we can save ourselves, and we can save each other, by choosing to connect and grow.

Quarantine as a dream...

LUNA: A Digital Yoga & Music Festival 
Art Workshop with Gioconda Parker
Free-flow Writing Prompt - Quarantine as a dream...

"I had this crazy dream that...." the whole world slowed down
We were given the opportunity to know ourselves, to grow, the world has
an incredible opportunity to change for the better
oil prices below zero --> wind energy ❤😀
help to.... overpopulation isn't the problem   corruption is
How can we change for the better? How can the entire world
learn a valuable lesson and do good! Better education, food access, safe homes,
universal healthcare, fuck war, stop [scriggle] Rawr. No more unnecessary death
Clarity.

[false-stop... just kidding: 2 more minutes]

😆 stop-go. Don't reopen too soon. Don't stop protection too soon.
Help. Be kind damnit. Love yourself. Have fun. Gentle. Calm. Rejuvenate.
Who am I? I am peace. I am power. I am strength. We will be better. We already
are. don't think of the hurt, the ignorance, the wrong. Focus on the good and it
will expand. Utopia is possible. Anything is possible so why not?

I walk away.

I choose me.

I love you. But I love myself more.

Because I need to.

Because if I don’t, no one else will.

I walk away, you say.

Yes, I walk away.

Every time I feel devalued, degraded, or ignored: I walk away.

Every time you stab me with your words formed from misplaced fear, stress, and anger: I walk away.

I will walk away from what does not serve me and my higher purpose.

You think the worst of me. You disagree with everything I am. That’s fine.

I walk away.

I walk away.

I send you light and love.

 

I walk away and continue on my path while you continue on yours.

Captured.

Captured.

Kept in a glass box.

Not able to leave.

Captors follow every move I make, can’t escape.

Every time I try to leave, they stop me and put me back.

If I can’t go through, I try going under. Thwarted.

Digging the very ground beneath me. Can’t breathe.

No more.

No more.

No more.

I wake up “free” ... suspicious, how could that be?

I leave cautious, paranoid, not knowing how this happened.

Is it a trick? It must be a trick. 

Any time now, they’ll find me and put me back;

But I keep moving, trying, hoping. Scared, but

This is all I have, this is the chance I made.

I have to take it, I have to leave,

I must escape.

12-14-15

What are the odds?
What are the chances?
What are the statistical probabilities?
Why?

Turns out, it doesn’t matter.

No matter what happens. No matter how horrible or wonderful it may seem at the time. No matter how slim the odds, no matter how high the stakes. Sometimes things just happen. For no other reason then: they happen. And that’s okay.

Yes, everything happens for a reason. But more often than not, that reason has nothing to do with you or that reason may not benefit you at all, ever. And that’s okay.

You may never truly know the reason for anything. And that’s okay.
You may perceive and apply reasons to anything. And that’s okay too.

We like to believe everything happens for a reason, a greater purpose that somehow includes or involves us as individuals. And that is a perfectly acceptable reality.

Others believe (whether they’d “like” to is up for debate) that everything (or nothing, double-sided perspective) happens, without reason and with no direct connection or correlation to anyone. Another perfectly acceptable reality.

The odds may be slim, but maybe the universe isn’t trying to tell you anything. Maybe the universe isn’t trying to torture you. Maybe it just happened.  (Repeatedly… for giggles perhaps)

Maybe the universe is testing you. And maybe, just maybe, you’re ready to finally pass and move on to the next subject. 

Who knows really? We all like to think we do, but ultimately “All I know is, I know nothing.”