Please use the above haiku to inspire your own syllabic poetry. There’s a lot to unpack in these words. What will your interpretation be? Go where the words take you.
A Sliver Of silver. A ray of hope Night shades wrapped and cloaked. Dawn dancing on her way With stealth she starts a new day Silver and gold look glorious Bright skirts swirling around, hope for us. Secretly ringing the changes of life.
And what on Earth might healthy living have to do with Love?
Bee believes changing your life style to a healthier mode is part of self-love. She also thinks that love always starts with us. If we are not able to accept ourselves and love ourselves, it’s hard to love others or do things we love.
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Well now I don’t use any apps to help me with mindfulness but I do use a book, music, Pilates and a Blog. All of these I have grown to love.
Okay a book, music and Pilates and a Blog does sound as exciting or exotic as The bell, the book and the candle! Yet it works.
The second time I broke my back I was in a bad way, I was flat on my back in hospital in a body corset unable to move for over a month. After three operations I was frightened, in pain and depressed. I had to rely on my hubby for everything. I felt trapped, controlled and angry.
I soon found out who my real friends were and believe me I saw so many drop away. I could not return to work , social events were difficult . Let’s face it being on crutches and not being able to walk far ( I measured my progress in Lamp posts) I dropped off the radar. Then all the friends I thought I had turned out to be acquaintances.
This depressed me more.The pain was getting me down and so I was sent to a pain clinic. I went expecting nothing . The first visit was a disaster the Dr there decided to change my neuropathic pain killers ( pain killers that work on the nerves and brain) from Pregrabalin to Gabapentin These are really strong tablets with nasty side effects. I asked the Dr how I should go about the change as I was on a huge dose of 2 x 300mg 4 times a day! Well she told me to tail the Pregrabalin down over a week then start the Gabapentin…………….. After five days I was suffering withdrawal on the sixth day I went to see my Dr…. well my hubby took me and I crawled in!
My Dr informed me after I had given him my symptoms and he had examined me that I was suffering from withdrawal from the Pregrabalin. He said it should of been impressed on me to come off of them slowly over a longer period. He said I just had to go cold turkey. I know what I had been told though!
The withdrawal lasted nearly three months I stayed in bed most of the time , I was hot, I was cold, I shook, I had nightmares and daymares, I ached all over, I hallucinated, I had night sweats and terrors and I was sick. Hubby had to sleep in another room I craved the tablets and much much more I wanted to die.
Well I survived and had to start the Gabapentin …. I was also taking Tramadol, Omerprazole, Cylizine I was a walking pill box I rattled! Anyway I am going on a tad so long story short! After much tooing and throwing the Drs at the pain clinic decided I should see the pain physiologist. This actually was a life saver.
I was lucky for once she and I got on and she helped me to visualize and fight my pain. She told me to accept it as a friend. She suggested I start a blog and write out my pain. I did everything she suggested and it helped.
I identified with the author after the first page, as soon as she described her time in hospital and her pain I realized she had to know what she was talking about! She is an expert on mindfulness. I do strongly recommend her to everyone!
THE PILATES,CORE AND GYM
I started going to the gym and started core classes and Pilates . I was told by a specialist that I had no core strength in my spine and that my legs were taking all the strain. The Pilates and the core teachers pushed me hard. I start off almost bent double and using a walking stick . Seven years on from breaking my back and five years since I started back at the gym, Pilates and core have got me standing up as straight as possible and walking and feeling strong . My teachers and the trainers at the gym have helped me so much. Although I have a curve in my spine that will never go and may get worse tougher the staff and teachers have helped me.
THE MUSIC
All through this Music has been the sound track to my life Imogen Heap, Sia , Alanis Morissette and Alabama 3 and many more have kept me , walking , training and frankly sane!
Music to walk and exercise by.
A good few years back I returned my disabled parking badge ( boy that was difficult) and stopped my disability living allowance, it was the lowest ( boy that was even harder) ! Sometimes I think it is harder to stop benefits than get them…. well maybe not but you get my drift. So no benefits, I still suffer pain and some days I get so tired from pain it is a job to move around the house let alone walk outside but hey I am not in a wheelchair I am standing ! I have made new friends and you know what they are great!!
So listening to the book, the music , my teachers and my blog I have grown in mid fullness.
This is the first Positive Mindful poem I ever wrote. March 2012
You will not lose that curvature and your figure will never be the same and I am sorry to say, dear, you need to get used to that pain.
Looking out the window I heard the words they said but I was miles away by then dancing in my head .
When I get tired-out walking dragging through rain or snow their words creep back to bug me but I’ll work hard and all of them I’ll show.
When I feel pushed and pressured and all I can think of is the words that they said. I close my eyes and bugger them I go dancing in my head!
When looking in the mirror is too much to bare and my clothes don’t look as they should so I feel none of them can I wear. I close my eyes and pick up the music thread and bugger them I go dancing in my head!
When pain is over baring and I can’t get out of bed I close my eyes and bugger them I go dancing in my head. I am still me I know it even though I do not look the same when I am feeling at my worst I play my saving game. I am sorry if you think me rude and blanch at things I’ve said but when it all becomes too much I go dancing in my head.
I always loved to dance and get angry when I look back for not dancing more. Okay I would of had to have done so on my own my other half would not of joined me but now it is too late my dancing days have flown. So when I feel tired or in pain or all I can think of is the words the doctors said I close my eyes and kick out, bugger them I am dancing in my head!
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Okay I have gone on enough I had no intention of writing any of this but it just poured on to the page! So I apologize . So to finish here is a poem I have just thought up using the first mindfulness exercise I ever learned .
I stand on the edge of the abyss. I wander why it has all come down to this.
My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.
I look down into the deep, pray the Lord my soul to keep. Will anyone miss me, over my grave will they weep.
My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.
The wind starts to blow from the north and it’s cold. I shiver and wish I’d bought a shawl. The dark is bring my fears forth. I totter and I nearly fall.
My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.
I believe I am ready now, I set free all my short falls raise fist to the moon and avow . That my soul will survive this somehow. I see light wings escaping from my skirt they become birds and fly from me unhurt. OH! may this be the way of my soul when my depraved body hits the dirt. My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.
The clouds close in on the moon driving the the last of the light off too quickly too soon. I loose contact with the earth thoughts explode in my my head memories of my birth. I am falling the ground rushes up to smash me when I am loosed, I am a bird OH! God I am free.
My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” at last I have rest.
