tides ebb and flow planets come and go mercury retrogrades moons collide solar flares lunar eclipses natures mysteries abound
growing through conservative christianity taught everything outside was evil don’t do this don’t touch that you’ll allow the devil his hold
wakening now realising that I am part of this awesome universe created by God and in the being part of I am feeling part of so the ebbs and flows effect my very core
being the very practical being I am sceptical of things unknown things unseen that I cannot prove yet now I am feeling and recognising the ebbs & flows that are affecting my essential self
my life is my long journey and yet in the aeons of time it is but a brief blink connected to the universe of which I am just a tiny speck I am but a pin prick feeling such insignificance how and why does the universe care enough about me to include me in its ebbs & flows
I am but sand on the shore a drop of water within the seas but my life has relevance and meaning I must hold some importance otherwise why am I here
growing up through the Age of Aquarius it was but a mere song a hippie chick sang living on the fringes of churchism feeling frowned upon for even thinking the lyrics but on delving in I see its relevance during my lifetime
apparently though I have the energy of Sun in conjunct with Pluto a rare thing indeed my presence on this planet is to do what I am doing I am not just a mere speck I am burning, cleaning, clearing the way facing the darkside constantly transforming articulating communicating to others
by opening up my heart allowing the blood of my traumas to flow releasing the pain and reality of my damaged soul I am letting the sunshine in to the hearts of others as they resonate with my words no matter the darkness they hold or the life they bring
sharing gives strength breaking darkness to let the light in releasing energy breaking tensions allowing the ebb & flow of my life to encourage others that is my reason for living
I spent the end of March and the first two days of April participating in a Living Fully Creative Therapy Group 3.25 very intense days It was a ‘retreat’ for sexual abuse survivors. I was fortunate to be put forward for funding to attend. It was with much trepidation that I agreed. I didn’t know what to expect so went with no expectations. I deliberately booked myself into a motel nearby as I knew that I would not cope with the travel too and fro after such intensive days. That was a self care move and a good one I was right. I needed space for me each night.
We were a small group of victims in varying stages of healing. It was challenging, disturbing, distressing, amazing, painful and wonderful all at the same time. To be able to freely communicate and be heard & believed and supported in such a safe way was actually incredible.
I’ve never experienced psychodrama or group therapy before It was certainly very interesting, challenging and emotionally draining. Actively participating in the dramas was definitely not something I was comfortable to do I preferred the role of witness and giving feedback This was an important part of the proceedings The art therapy portions were certainly more my thing There just wasn’t enough of them for me
What did I take from my time there?
Firstly – I learned that I can participate, or not, at whatever level I am comfortable with and saying no is very ok. And I was commended for doing so.
Secondly – I learned that I can hold my own space. That I’m important and have as much right as anyone else to hold space. That I’m not taking from anyone else. And that in owning my space I’m also giving to others.
Thirdly – I learned that I was believed. At all times. I was supported and held in the safest place I’ve ever been in. In the past when I have tried talking openly I’ve been shutdown & silenced. That is revictimisation and I will no longer allow myself to be a victim of that.
Fourthly – I have never read my work aloud to anyone before. I usually write & run. But this time they wanted my words. They asked me to read to them. Their responses were more than could’ve imagined. So much empathy, compassion, & identifying. I felt validated. As a writer. As an artist. As a woman.