By Anon
It's just there
Takes Space
Going back and forth in a playful way
Being spacy and being present totally
Going back and forth in a playful way
What a pleasure to live both energies
Highest leaf
By Waynelle
"I say the body electric"
How do you do that old Walt
I see the tree tops calling
Soft, prickly comfort ...
I want to smell your lush green,
Hold your dark trunk,
Track your highest leaf... that rests on all the grass...
Envelope all your swaying,
Sensual parts
"I say the body electric"
How do you do that old Walt
I see the tree tops calling
Soft, prickly comfort ...
I want to smell your lush green,
Hold your dark trunk,
Track your highest leaf... that rests on all the grass...
Envelope all your swaying,
Sensual parts
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Conference Presentation,
Sore Throat,
Waynelle
The Still Life Blue Pod Tree Flirt
By Anon
Coconut Head, Spider Tree
Exploding - Growing more space pops off
Grace in non-symmetry
Is my growing knotted pain growing more little bastards of offspring?
Unpleasant face and furrowed brow. Legions
On baby death spiders pouring across my prone body.
So much activity and drama inside that blue.
A Johny Weir world of drama and pain.
Labels:
Anon,
Conference Presentation,
Neck Pain
Vibrating Blue Line
By Helen
Reminder of grief
Vibrating blue line
Leaps top to bottom
Bottom to top
Connecting the gap into the weave, the fabric of my life
Ache of loss
Reminds me of what is there
Labels:
Conference Presentation,
Grief,
Helen
Sensing
By Lily
Stability and flow
Dancing
Movement arising
from stillness
bursting out
Evaporating
back into stillness
Not sensing
Lack of direct sensing the ground
Labels:
Conference Presentation,
Lily,
Numb foot
IAPOP Conference
Join us at:
24-27 February 2010
Portland Oregon USA at PSU Smith Memorial Union
Concurrent Sessions # 2
Color Companion to Chronic Pain
“Art and Co-creating Community as Medicine" – workshop
Kara Wilde, MA, Dipl PW & Suzette Payne, MA, Dipl PW
This is a workshop for individuals suffering from chronic pain, their family members and those with a professional interest in working with chronic pain. Using the methods of Process Work and community art-making, the powers of chronic pain to victimize, isolate, create hopelessness and other negative moods are diminished. These tools can positively change our relationship to chronic pain: not only for the individual but for the healing of the participant community, and perhaps, our world community.
We have worked with two groups of chronic pain clients for eight weeks. Our exciting research shows how a healing field,(which Arny Mindell names Process Mind) emerges and can move a co-creating community toward awareness, meaning, and less suffering around multiple issues of chronic pain.
We will include a skill building exercise for interested individuals to integrate and experience these methods to use with clients or themselves, developing comfort with art materials in a subjective and non-intimidating way.
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Conference Presentation
Potholes
By Anon
The players ask to be introduced:
Turtle, just turtle.
Freaking Cloud man,
V necklace.
Turtle and mask are perpendicular now grouped above and below the bridge necklace.
Turtle has never faced to the north east before, always the northwest.
The bridge is full of CR PM symbols. Turtle pointed that out.
The carpet says that the world is full of potholes.
The symbol of the first dream, the life myth, the overview that pull together the energy from the previous worlds.
mm Allow the possibility of sitting with the little witness.
Looks like I am getting out of Dodge, beating feet, making tracks.
Circular chaos.
The movement is to the northwest, circling.
Potholes, humanity and decay.
Not taking care of responsibilities.
Wishes don't know, it runs away.
The players ask to be introduced:
Turtle, just turtle.
Freaking Cloud man,
V necklace.
Turtle and mask are perpendicular now grouped above and below the bridge necklace.
Turtle has never faced to the north east before, always the northwest.
The bridge is full of CR PM symbols. Turtle pointed that out.
The carpet says that the world is full of potholes.
The symbol of the first dream, the life myth, the overview that pull together the energy from the previous worlds.
mm Allow the possibility of sitting with the little witness.
Looks like I am getting out of Dodge, beating feet, making tracks.
Circular chaos.
The movement is to the northwest, circling.
Potholes, humanity and decay.
Not taking care of responsibilities.
Wishes don't know, it runs away.
Labels:
Anon,
Class 4 Series 2
Jagged Road
By Deborah
I like where I am. I like who I am, hanging on this wall by a shred of sticky tape. I'm messy, I'm flailing in different directions. I'm certainly not pretty. But I'm interesting. I'm colorful. I've got arms and legs and strands of stuff hanging every which way, and I am liking the way I look right now, given who I am, messy, a bit frantic. Later some other time I may not like who I am. I may dislike the messiness, chafe at the need to turn myself, the doll, around so I can be seen from both sides. I may resent the assumption that I need to look chaotic in order to feel free. For freedom, true psychic freedom, I think has never been my strong suit. I've always, I think, felt confined. So this blatant neediness for, maybe we're going to get into this, this morning, a magic carpet can carry me through the life belief.
So the blatant neediness for patterns emerging over the weeks of pulling them together on the magic carpet. Walking the path of each weeks art work not going too deeply into negative or positive, positive or negative, the polarities take me into the other side. No good or bad in any of it.
It's a jagged road, I am not quite sure where I am headed, where I am going. Some legs of the journey feel certain and powered. Then sometimes I feel absolutely clueless, directionless, unmotivated. Fortunately even those paths between certain places, even if I feel certainly awful or certainly brighter at least they feel shorter these days maybe a more direct route than they used to. But, I add, even though short paths seem very, very dark sometimes, maybe even darker than they have in the past because I know where I am trying to get is very bright, very certain.
The final magic carpet. I can see I brought elements of the journey into the separate steps. Uncertainty, the responsibility to accept the outward demonstration even if it may feel not absolutely ...
I like where I am. I like who I am, hanging on this wall by a shred of sticky tape. I'm messy, I'm flailing in different directions. I'm certainly not pretty. But I'm interesting. I'm colorful. I've got arms and legs and strands of stuff hanging every which way, and I am liking the way I look right now, given who I am, messy, a bit frantic. Later some other time I may not like who I am. I may dislike the messiness, chafe at the need to turn myself, the doll, around so I can be seen from both sides. I may resent the assumption that I need to look chaotic in order to feel free. For freedom, true psychic freedom, I think has never been my strong suit. I've always, I think, felt confined. So this blatant neediness for, maybe we're going to get into this, this morning, a magic carpet can carry me through the life belief.
So the blatant neediness for patterns emerging over the weeks of pulling them together on the magic carpet. Walking the path of each weeks art work not going too deeply into negative or positive, positive or negative, the polarities take me into the other side. No good or bad in any of it.
It's a jagged road, I am not quite sure where I am headed, where I am going. Some legs of the journey feel certain and powered. Then sometimes I feel absolutely clueless, directionless, unmotivated. Fortunately even those paths between certain places, even if I feel certainly awful or certainly brighter at least they feel shorter these days maybe a more direct route than they used to. But, I add, even though short paths seem very, very dark sometimes, maybe even darker than they have in the past because I know where I am trying to get is very bright, very certain.
The final magic carpet. I can see I brought elements of the journey into the separate steps. Uncertainty, the responsibility to accept the outward demonstration even if it may feel not absolutely ...

Labels:
Class 4 Series 2,
Deborah
Crete
By Tara
Well now look at that. The original hand energy has energy, is energy, provides energy, starts at the core. Starts at the center and radiates out. Start in your core find your energy there, then take it out, outside yourself and into the world. The pain is not preventing you from participating. It is reminding you, a big squeeze on the leg, to seek your own energy source, be that energy source. Take it out, walk it out into the world. Why now? Resources from without are scarce. People are stingy because they are scared. Scarce. Scared.
So now is a good time to look for your energy source. You be it, you are it. Other symbols of life force, relative good health, youthful attitude, music and song. Mother goddess, snake, eagle snow leopard teachers, dark passage, can be the birth canal. Re birth yourself. Uplift. Fresh air. Look up. Expansion. There is enough here to start again. Recreate yourself again. Recreate.
If you continue in this direction this is the likely outcome. You can change it and change the outcome. Deep chasms split the world. But not all the way. Safe space, support. This seems to me a reminder of another culture. Crete, Mediterranean. Peaceful co-existence, balance of energy, there's enough for all, cooperation, fruitful, plenitude. Grapes on the vine, a true vineyard for all to share. Vegetation, greenery, life force. Life long energy pattern. Follow inward to the center. We are individuals and need to follow our personal energy to our center And connect like a giant quilt. A new magic carpet.
Well now look at that. The original hand energy has energy, is energy, provides energy, starts at the core. Starts at the center and radiates out. Start in your core find your energy there, then take it out, outside yourself and into the world. The pain is not preventing you from participating. It is reminding you, a big squeeze on the leg, to seek your own energy source, be that energy source. Take it out, walk it out into the world. Why now? Resources from without are scarce. People are stingy because they are scared. Scarce. Scared.
So now is a good time to look for your energy source. You be it, you are it. Other symbols of life force, relative good health, youthful attitude, music and song. Mother goddess, snake, eagle snow leopard teachers, dark passage, can be the birth canal. Re birth yourself. Uplift. Fresh air. Look up. Expansion. There is enough here to start again. Recreate yourself again. Recreate.
If you continue in this direction this is the likely outcome. You can change it and change the outcome. Deep chasms split the world. But not all the way. Safe space, support. This seems to me a reminder of another culture. Crete, Mediterranean. Peaceful co-existence, balance of energy, there's enough for all, cooperation, fruitful, plenitude. Grapes on the vine, a true vineyard for all to share. Vegetation, greenery, life force. Life long energy pattern. Follow inward to the center. We are individuals and need to follow our personal energy to our center And connect like a giant quilt. A new magic carpet.
Labels:
Class 4 Series 2,
Tara
Blue Arrow
By Anon
The black swooshes, the blue whooshes, the many layers of sudden death come to me at every moment in time, no time, some time, who cares for time. Black holes, white lights, trippy shadows, nosy ghosts, living like a sea. Which will you choose to listen to? One thousand ears for one thousand voices. Which station today? You choose. Which station tomorrow? Your choice. Snake shedding skin. Rainbow leather dried out in the sun. Crackling like the thunder in the stormy clouds. Turning to dust, water to the reign of life. Take reign of life. You are the royalty and the court takes its orders from you. Your body, your palace a place to play be serious, march for hours in a desert. Take heed of those mirages. 70% water, your body a resident void of undulating waves. Listening to your thoughts. Feeling your emotions. How do you create your palace? How do you let in? How do you treat your guests? How do you treat your court? Where does your water come from? Sugary mirages or fresh spring water. Masks of many shapes washed like in water.
Waking sideways into facing. Face planting. The fear of failure. Surrendering on my knees. Bowing forward to the sun. In honor and servitude to my mask of blue peace and rainbow magic. Letting my arms down. Head held high. Walking straight to my destination. Facing the world, bringing my gifts fully. My beginning earth spot. Sri Lanka, tip of India. Beautiful purple flower waterfalls on the rubble. You both no apologies I don't want wishes, I want commitment, promises.
Downward blue arrow sailing towards the ground to a sea of green earthy moss. Sticking into the heart of comfort, strongly held by a boundary of self. The rubble is noticed but becomes more green. Sun rays reign golden beams. Light to grow. Meeting dark moist ground. A lady stands in the midst, sun hat on, enjoying the sand beneath her toes.
The black swooshes, the blue whooshes, the many layers of sudden death come to me at every moment in time, no time, some time, who cares for time. Black holes, white lights, trippy shadows, nosy ghosts, living like a sea. Which will you choose to listen to? One thousand ears for one thousand voices. Which station today? You choose. Which station tomorrow? Your choice. Snake shedding skin. Rainbow leather dried out in the sun. Crackling like the thunder in the stormy clouds. Turning to dust, water to the reign of life. Take reign of life. You are the royalty and the court takes its orders from you. Your body, your palace a place to play be serious, march for hours in a desert. Take heed of those mirages. 70% water, your body a resident void of undulating waves. Listening to your thoughts. Feeling your emotions. How do you create your palace? How do you let in? How do you treat your guests? How do you treat your court? Where does your water come from? Sugary mirages or fresh spring water. Masks of many shapes washed like in water.
Waking sideways into facing. Face planting. The fear of failure. Surrendering on my knees. Bowing forward to the sun. In honor and servitude to my mask of blue peace and rainbow magic. Letting my arms down. Head held high. Walking straight to my destination. Facing the world, bringing my gifts fully. My beginning earth spot. Sri Lanka, tip of India. Beautiful purple flower waterfalls on the rubble. You both no apologies I don't want wishes, I want commitment, promises.
Downward blue arrow sailing towards the ground to a sea of green earthy moss. Sticking into the heart of comfort, strongly held by a boundary of self. The rubble is noticed but becomes more green. Sun rays reign golden beams. Light to grow. Meeting dark moist ground. A lady stands in the midst, sun hat on, enjoying the sand beneath her toes.
Labels:
Anon,
Class 4 Series 2
Umbrella
By Kara
Sometimes you are moseying along on your way to Santa Fe, will you find it?
Sometimes you are a stalking panther going through the forest, and listening to the wind.
Sometimes you are on a magical scary ride flying fast and hoping for the best.
When you get down to it, you are on the right track.
Wobbly at times, slipping sideways but the balance is always there.
Look down at your feet the know the path
Sometimes you are moseying along on your way to Santa Fe, will you find it?
Sometimes you are a stalking panther going through the forest, and listening to the wind.
Sometimes you are on a magical scary ride flying fast and hoping for the best.
When you get down to it, you are on the right track.
Wobbly at times, slipping sideways but the balance is always there.
Look down at your feet the know the path
Labels:
Class 4 Series 2,
Kara
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