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The Pain of Adoption
[4 Jan 2015 | No Comment | 614 views]

There are so many sources of pain, so many reasons that justify the need for our Writing for Wellness program. Here’s Dana’s story:
I was adopted at five days old. When I was three, my mother read me a book that told me I was special. Being adopted meant that I was chosen, and this was better. I would walk around telling everyone I was adopted because I believed it was this wonderful thing.
When I turned twelve, I realized that being [ … ]

Family Matters, Lessons Learned, Personal Experience, Private Anguish, Your Story/Your Legacy

A Policeman at the Door
[4 Jan 2013 | No Comment | 1,347 views]

A Policeman at the Door
1950, New Year’s Day
The doorbell rings, a policeman at the door
Your father is dead
A wife is screaming, crying.
1990, 40 Years later
The doorbell rings, a policeman at the door-
Your son is dead.
A mother is screaming, crying.
If bad things come in threes
There’s another policeman out there,
Somewhere, sometime,
Waiting to ring a doorbell.
This poem was written about seven years ago, a few years after my attending a “Healing Through Poetry” workshop at The Wellness Community in Salisbury, Maryland. At that [ … ]

Class Reports, Family Matters, Personal Experience, Private Anguish

[13 Feb 2012 | No Comment | 1,320 views]

With every Biopsy, a part of me dies,
A part of my body, a part of my spirit,
Like a rock beaten down by the constant drip-drip of water,
Slowly, surely, wearing, gnawing..
Variable is the location,
Constant is the anger, the worry, the despair.
A needleful of my Prostate, a snip of my skin, a scrape of my mouth..
Death of tissue, death of psyche.
The bliss of benignity, or the malice of malignancy,
Which will it be?
Push the pause button on your life,
Don’t start anything new!
When, [ … ]

Class Reports, Personal Experience, Private Anguish, Your Story/Your Legacy

God and the Gods
[2 Sep 2010 | No Comment | 1,295 views]

         We were trying to write poetry that joined areas of stress with words or images that nourish us, that help ease that stress.   Here are two such poems  from our Berlin group.        
                                  ALL I WANT
All I want is to find my purpose in life
It seems that I am just marking time
Each day is endless from sunrise to sunset
Until it is time to lay my head down
I say the child’s prayer before sleep,
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the
Lord my soul to keep, [ … ]

Class Reports, Gifts and Blessings, Private Anguish, Smiling through the Tears, The Spiritual Side of Wellness