I have recently been experiencing a writer’s block. In keeping myself filled with “to do” lists and increasing my self-care regimen – mostly filling my time and space with “good things,” I have not felt the same call to write for some time.
I really could make excuses all day. There are mornings and nights where I have had the time, yet when the time was available it seemed writing was the last thing on my mind.
Recently, in a Life Coaching Session with Sam at Peacock Poetry, she helped me to see where I had built a shell around myself. Being walled-in was protective and helped me feel secure in the ever changing landscape of my life, yet it was also shielding me from my writing process.
Part of my post-session assignment was to write about my experience from the closed shell to the open, majestic meadow, the place where I found my balance through a visualization Sam led me through.
Here is the poem that I wrote in response to my experience:
“From Turtle Shell to Majestic Meadow”
Claws gripping soil in futility,
the dizzying spin continuing,
Infinitely.
~~
Drawing back into her domed shell,
Escaping what felt like pure
hell.
~~
Protective pod of security
After a while gets
Lonely.
~~
Thoughts warp and take
Away the breath,
Each deficient of oxygen and
truth.
~~
Weary of her isolation,
Cautiously peering outwards
Into the world,
Eyes beseeching anything harmful.
~~
A sigh releases
Vulnerability reveals then
Creativity expresses
A smaller shell
~~
Sliding into a babbling brook
Gliding along the pebbles,
Pushing off.
~~
She’s glad she came out
From under her own rock.
~~
Riding the flume
Until seeing a new view
Through the meadow,
To see what she can do.
~~
Standing on hind legs
She peeks over rocks.
At the majestic mountains
Ahead, she looks.
~~
Too many steps ahead,
She knows, back to the
Present she goes.
~~
Wind like soft
Velvet on her cheeks
Brings her attention
To tall reeds
~~
Of grass growing
In deep hues of green
yellow at the tips turned
Translucent from sun shining
~~
Closing her eyes,
Her face to the sun
Oh, she feels, it’s time for
A good run!
~~
Legs growing longer,
Her determination stronger,
She presses forward
~~
Grasses part as a trail
She blazes,
Energy raised then drained.
~~
Time to return to the shell
From whence she came?
No, it was time to reframe.
~~
Resting, instead, in a fresh
Laid bed of orange pine needles,
She kept her shell small
And her thoughts on the big
Image of the majesty of this moment
That went beyond her head.
~~
To dance such a fine dance
Of security and vulnerability,
Yes, there were even better
Days ahead
Now just to keep the balance
Between heart and head!
Namaste
drawings to the theme:
Tiffany – your creative resources are infinite and really come through in this post and poem. You are inspiring! Thanks for sharing and for the link to my site also. I love the accompanying pictures too! Hugs, Sam 🙂
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Thank you Sam for your wonderful guidance along the way. I’ll be working on the vid soon! Xoxo
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Thank you – this really is much appreciated! Sunny greetings from Switzerland! xxx
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Greetings from much too cold VA! ❤️
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