Writing poetry became a powerful source of healing…
It was the Saturday of our next to last weekend of teacher training. Our teacher, David Vendetti, led us through an intense breath work session to strip away our defenses and our ego and help us tap into our Source, our Strength and the Truth of our Being. As we sat in our tribal circle after the breath work, David asked if anyone had anything to share. I raised my hand and he called on me. "I feel as though I was broken into wholeness." "Ooh, say more," he said.
I sobbed deeply from the depths of my soul. During the breath work I became keenly aware of how numb I was and how close I was to a spiritual and hence physical death in December of 2006 when my body basically shut down in the guise of post polio syndrome, a progressive neurological disease.
The dis-ease was in large part a result of disconnecting from my Spirit - the life force within me.
My Spirit went into hiding as a result of paralytic polio followed by 9 years of unrelenting trauma at the hands of an alcoholic father and neglect from a drug-addicted mother. But what's important here is not that it happened but that I found my way back through KMI Body work with David and now another amazing healer, Joseph Welch, LMT; my yoga practice, meditation and my Spirit's incredible will and desire to not only survive but thrive!
My pen became my divining rod to allow my Spirit to run free!
I found it did this even in the early days of my body being confined in a leg brace and wheelchair. Ever since February of 2007, poetry has been the vehicle through which my Spirit speaks her Truth.
At 4 am on Sunday morning I woke up and thankful for the moment before me this poem flowed out of me --
There Comes a Moment
There comes a moment
a culmination of moments really
when Truth becomes stronger than fear
when heart breaks open into wholeness
and the power of love crushes all that went before.
There comes a moment when the soul and heart's desire
becomes crystal clear
and you lovingly hit yourself on the forehead
why didn't I see this before?
There comes a moment when the old ways no longer serve
and you realize
you cannot possibly serve two masters
the two masters being fear and love.
There comes a moment when playing small
and staying in the 'comfort zone'
when passion burns so brightly
lies are consumed in its flames.
There comes a moment when you wake up
to the magnificence of who you really are
and tears of joy, relief and release
like an ocean wave on a hot summer's day
bathe you in the waters of rebirth.
There comes a moment
and that moment is now.
~This poem is from my Songs of Freedom:
Poems From a Healing Odyssey Volume II: Seasons of The Soul~
Mary McManus poet, blogger, and yogini left her award winning career as a social worker at the Department of Veterans Affairs in May 2007 to heal her own life. During the dark night of her soul she began to express herself through poetry. Her pen became a divining rod for light, love, hope, possibility, health and wholeness. She began her journey of transformation and healing which took her to the finish line of the 2009 Boston Marathon and, in 2011, to her yoga mat. Mary holds a BS in Public Relations from Boston University and an MSW from Boston College. In January 2013 she will be a graduate of South Boston Yoga's 200 hour Body Awakening Teacher Training Program. Be sure to visit her website here and follow her inspirational blog here To hear Mary read selections from “Songs of Freedom:Poems From a Healing Odyssey” visit her youtube channel here. Mary's books of poetry are available on Amazon here.
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