Ancient Grandmother

Photo by Patricia R. Blumhagen

Photo by Patricia R. Blumhagen

ANCIENT GRANDMOTHER

You hold for all
The secret of abundance
You offer the seeds
Of new possibilities
Your presence stirs
Deep inner knowing
Long forgotten
Grounded in the eternal now
Pulsating rhythm of all

I call to you

To learn your medicine
Enfold me in your mantle
Of perception
Imparting your lessons
Of ancient wisdom
Give the food
To still this inner hunger
Put an end to my starvation
I long to sit near you
Learning to feast upon your mother wit
Birthing silence and growth
Where all is known

Copyright © 2011 by Patricia R. Blumhagen
All rights reserved. Posted PRB 1/21/2015

 

Nature offers the seed a home in which to rest and grow and when ready the seedling comes forth with its hidden potential to share. There is no growth without darkness. The choice to grow towards wholeness and self-knowledge is winter’s gift.

Winter is the time for Mother Earth to rest. It is our time to go within and prepare our new beginnings for rebirth. Traveling through winter’s darkness opens the door to revealing our healing and connection with our world and ourselves.

Many have lost their connection with Ancient Grandmother, and deny Her wisdom believing they know better. Look around and see that our rivers are filed with chemicals and other waste. Our food has additives with dangerous poisons that are creating diseases. Our water not fit to drink and our air filled with radiation. It does not look like the many are connected with Her wisdom.

In my poem Ancient Grandmother, I found healing in nature and witness the seasons of my life unfold. What amasses me in winter is the golden light that embraces each tree in the morning as the sun begins to rise. Have you seen it?

There are so many gifts for those who have eyes to see. May you find one of Nature’s gifts in your day.

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Emotions

I find that writing is a tool for self-knowledge. Why? Because it offers the opportunity to confront ones inner dialogue of self doubts, feelings of inferior, devaluing oneself and believing I will fail.

These uncomfortable states are not only a part of self-growth but also a tool for success. Believe me, stressing the positive does not make them go away.

It might seem strange to realize that our dark hidden feelings may offer opportunities towards greater creativity.

But it is true!

I know from experience how hard it was for me to touch my feelings. The poems became the road map for traveling into the inner world and unearthing long buried treasures to obtain validation and self-acceptance,

Winter’s Mystery-Time To Go Within: Spiritual Journeying, offered me a creative process for writing poetry that set me free. Moreover, confidence to self-publish my poetic memoir of the odyssey of becoming.

If you find yourself stuck for words – pay attention to the feeling. Do not deny it. Find out why it needs to be present? Learn the lesson it is offering. Give it a name. Then, write down words to describe the feeling or draw a picture that represent the emotion.

Now, you are writing!

I want to share another poem from my book Winter’s Mystery-Time to Go Within:Spiritual Journeying Emotions and I hope that you will find many ways to create wonderful writing from working with your emotions.

    Emotions

     What paralysis me to remain petrified
Overcome by fear just standing in a daze
Numb
Expressionless
In a state of confusion, sensing disconnection
Experiencing alienation
Not wanted
Not capable
Unable to discover the why of its origin
Or its need to remain present?
Day after day
I’m pulled deeper and deeper
Into this world of senseless meaning
Images flooding the mind
Nurturing nameless impressions
Oh to catch a glimpse of their form
In the pool of reflecting waters

Confronting the phobia
Understanding that it is just energy
This healing balm bitter to taste
Sometimes difficult to swallow
This treatment is given for healing the pain
Try it!

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The Rose

There is so much uncertainty, fear, and stress in our world today, and the many
forces pushing us into this or that. I often ask myself, “How can I find the inner
strength to handle it all?

Where do I go to find deeper meaning and purpose to life?

I have found that finding a way to honor my inner knowing requires a different way of being. It necessitates time to stop and appreciate the beauty around me. Moreover, taking pleasure in the simple things, living from my heart, and remembering that I am of Divine origin.

To find the inner strength to handle all the forces requires courage, endurance, and love of self. Here is the inner work to uncover what hides in the unconscious and bring it into the light of consciousness with love and forgiveness. We can begin by giving attention to our inner thoughts and naming them.

I find comfort whenever I read certain quotes that touch me deeply. All cares are wiped away and I am left in the energy of the words. Listening to music that fills me with peace and calm offering inner peace. Reading poetry sooths my cares away.

One of my favorite songs is “The Rose” by Amanda McBroom. I placed it after the Dedication Page in my Winter’s Mystery book. I believe that love and hope are the foundation to heal our world and us.

Her song offers hope and meaning to the senseless acts done by humanity to humanity.

Why?

For the answer I return to “The Rose” because it fills me with
peace and provides meaning and purpose to life when non is available.

If we ponder Nature in winter there is life in the darkness and only in spring
we witness the seed’s potential. Herein, is the mystery of our winter for rebirthing
our human soul and stopping the inner and outer madness

May “The Rose” provide you that stillness that takes away all fear offering peace.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it’s only seed

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lie the seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring, becomes the rose

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Inner Critic

Touching my inner critic was a tearing apart of what I had known. Once I was able to identity what was preventing me from writing I was able to move ahead. This catalyst freed me up to construct writing goals that actually yielded productive results.

Correcting my self-defeating mind-set began to uplift the expectations I was experiencing and unconsciously placing on my unwritten manuscript.

Realizing I had to do more than just correct my self-defeating thoughts like fear of rejection, and incapable. I knew that those feelings were not the root cause of why my writing was not progressing. I had to go deeper.

So, I began to dig deeper to uncover the root feelings like ashamed in the eyes
of friends and family for turning my back on my nursing profession. Moreover,
I felt like a fraud because I had not been formally trained to be a poet or writer.
Those were demons I had to face if I wanted to get passed chapter 1.

Woo what powerful insights to uproot my inner critic! Share with us the negative roots you are or have been digging up to uproot your inner critic?

Here is the poem of the Inner Critic arising from my inner most self.

Enjoy!

Inner Critic

 The faultfinding judge
Visited today
Hung around for days
Refusing to leave
Verbalizing endless accusations
You are bad
Unworthy
Useless
Ugly
What good can come from you?
Around and around
This senseless mindless babble
Defines the who I am
Negative neurological imprinting
Demanding attention
This learned social neurological
Cultivation of word consciousness
Becomes a nagging problem
Caught in a web of endless words.
Displacing the inner critic
Telling it to get lost
Sets in motion positive change

Copyright © 2010 by Patricia R. Blumhagen
All rights Reserved PRB posted 1-15-2015

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Set Me Free

 Deep within the muscle’s matrix
A voice calls out
Set me free
Set me free

Who are you I utter

Deep, deep within
A sensing organism begs to be liberated
Release me
Electro-neural muscle memory holds me in bondage

Deep within, layer upon layer struggling to come forth
These fixed habitual neural patterns
Stirring to unearth
Buried memories too painful to face
Energy in need of satisfaction waiting for transformation

 Who are you?
Come forth I beg you
Show yourself

 A voice cries
Pay the ransom
Snatch me from the jaws of death

                                                                                                     Copyright @ 2010 by Patricia R. Blumhagen
                                                                                               All rights reserved. posted PRB 1-14-2015

 

“Winter’s Mystery-Time to Go Within:Spiritual Journeying”

Journeying Through Darkness begins the poetic quest towards Wholeness.

This poem set me free is the wise teacher for learning my lessons about
wholeness. No longer clinging to the false beliefs, I let them go allowing the
unconscious to become conscious.

There is no where else to go to find wholeness then inside.
This door must be opened  and entered in order to exit from trauma.

I am learning that it is better to let go than to hold on. Not a easy process,
but one that is worth the effort.

Moving from victim consciousness towards wholeness I found how to
live my life in a more meaningful way. This insight offered me the
opportunity to set me free from being a victim to being a capable human being.

This process of journeying within to find and reclaim the lost self is essential  to
heal trauma. Courage, alertness, and endurance, are the signposts along the highway
leading you to the place where the lost self is buried.

It’s time, dear reader, for your journey within to open the door to your wonder
and become free. Go ahead! Unearth your buried treasure with compassion and forgiveness discovering your sense of meaning and purpose

Happy Journeying,

Patricia

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What Influences My Poetry?

What Influences My Poetry?

Winter's Mystery Photo by Patricia R. Blumhagen

Winter’s Mystery
Photo by Patricia R. Blumhagen

As a child I would dream that someday I would write a book. During those years, all I would do was write letters, keep a diary, and draw gowns.Throughout the years I also enjoyed the art of Journaling. After awhile I would find words that would express some feeling that I could not touch. Then I would string the words into free verse. Creating a tool to touch the emotional pain from “loss identity”.

This loss identity emerged after 21 years of religious indoctrination. No longer could I continue living a life that could not provided nourishment for my soul. Here the journey towards becoming a fully realized human person begins again and again. The poems in Winter’s Mystery –Time To Go Within:Spiritual Journeying set me free.

Things That Inspire Me to Write Poetry:

  • Nature, my best source of inspiration. Watching and reflecting on Her cycles of change towards transformation, became my source for creating poetry in Winter’s Mystery.
  • “The Seasons: Life’s Ever Changing Motion”  the powerhouse for my poetry
  • Writing in my journal before I get out of bed in the morning and, again at the end of the day is the ritual that keeps my writing alive. This daily activity encourages my muse to share her insights.
  • Writing down dreams in my journal and working with a technique called Active Imagination developed by C.G.Jung to help amplify, interpret, and integrate the contents of dreams. Here is where I tune up my inner wisdom.
  • Many times while watching the sunrise or sunset I experience some feelings that prompts me to write a poem. Other times, just looking out of my kitchen window into Nature the words will bubble up.
  • Reading spiritual, scientific publication, and books often stimulate ideas for a poem or article. Especially, when the words touch me.

Defining The Poetry:

Winter’s Mystery, offers poetry that is not a moral exportation, but a heart felt discovery of learning and experiences of a life worth living. The poems invite and encourage new vision for addressing the daily challenges and roadblocks that life throws our way.

My poetry transforms the upheaval by assisting a person to let go of what no longer works. Then by exposing the lies rebirth unfolds. The work is to uncover the Treasure and empower the true self buried for years.

I am offering a clear-eyed, poetic memoir of my odyssey of becoming. This is a travelogue
for jounreyners with the courage to undertake their own quest through the darkness and into the light.

None of my poems address or teach any religious doctrines they are based on psychological principles.

 

Pinks Christmas Cactus Photo by Patricia R. Blumhagen

Pinks Christmas Cactus
Photo by Patricia R. Blumhagen

Out Of The Old – Rebirth Emerges

 

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The Treasure

This poem is from my book:

Winter’s Mystery-Time To Go Within:Spiritual Journeying. 

The Treasure,

Became the teacher for honoring my True Self.

The Treasure

Somewhere inside
Lies a treasure
Waiting to come forth

Somewhere buried inside
Waiting to become known

Somewhere inside
Hides a light

Something inside
Nudges it forth

No need to fear the night
It too guides the way

Something inside
Not outside
Is ready to emerge

Something inside calls
Come forth

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~by Patricia R. Blumhagen~
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posted PRB  01-08-2015

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