Revelation

I had to write poetry when I was in high school.  I didn’t know what I was doing — where to start or how long the poem should be.  I only knew that I had to write what I’ve always called a ‘recipe’ poem.  “Thou shalt write a lyric style poem of at least 14 lines which can rhyme or not and which must have one example of:  onomatopoeia, alliteration, assonance, simile and metaphor.”  Is it any wonder that I did not think of myself as a poet?

And yet several years ago, after attending a wonderful workshop about teaching poetry, I felt myself drawn to that form to express something which was very important to me.  As I always told my students, when you write poetry, it does not matter if those who read it understand what you are trying to say.  It does not matter if they like your poem or not.  What matters is that you write that which is meaningful to you in a way which is meaningful to you.  Poetry, I reminded my students, allowed them to hide in plain sight.

I’ve written over 30 poems since my first foray into that form.  As I’ve learned more and more about myself and about how I’m choosing to live now, these poems have reflected my inner journey.  Here is what I’ve come to know NOW.

Revelation

In the calm pale space                                                                                                                           between sleeping and waking                                                                                                               a chasm filled with a painful cacophony                                                                                            of strident sounds demands acknowledgement:                                                                          the sound track to memories and stories                                                                                      that clutter up my soul and render judgement:                                                                                I am boring, drab and uninteresting — ignorable.                                                                            I am inconvenient and annoying — useless.                                                                           Nothing more than a messy demanding bother                                                                        deserving nothing but humiliation and scorn.

I fight waking to the feeling                                                                                                                 that my life is empty —                                                                                                                without purpose or merit,                                                                                                                 that my punishment for existence is                                                                                                  to be ever afraid and alone.

This has been my struggle                                                                                                         unvoiced and unexamined —                                                                                                          Until now.

Now, I choose to jettison that —                                                                                                          to break free of the restrictions and confinements                                                                       my mind has created;                                                                                                                           to break free of the non-gray gray gouache                                                                               which has, for far too long, covered over                                                                                       the beauty that is me —                                                                                                                       MY TRUE SELF.

I AM the law-giver of my own life!

I AM limitless curiosity:                                                                                                                exploring potential and possibility!

I AM amazing!                                                                                                                                          I AM beautiful!                                                                                                                                         I AM wonder-ful!

I AM.

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About Authentic Vibrations

My life is about learning and personal growth. I was an educator in the public secondary system for over 33 years. I now work with women, individually and in small groups, using words and music, art and language to help them explore their individaul sense of self in ways with are authentically meaningful for each of them. I also facilitate discussions with educators at all stages of their involvement in the teaching profession to help each of us explore the meaning, value and potential of learning and teaching. It is my belief that, in working individually and in collective, we have the power to transform and evolve. In the power of the collectives which we create together is the power to create culture. As a musician, I believe that the arts have the power to change lives. Certification: CODE Model™ Coach WEL-Systems® Institute Affiliate Education: Ed. D (c) (Applied Psychology – Focus on Teaching) University of Toronto M. Ed (Curriculum Development and Design) Queen’s University (1992) B. Ed (Music, English, Elementary Education) University of Toronto (1976) Mus. Bac. (Music Education) University of Toronto (1975) RCM Grade 4 Harmony, Grade 4 History, Grade 9 Voice, Grade 10 Piano Awards: Life Membership, Ontario Secondary School Teacher’s Federation (2009)
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