Clearing the Air™ Workshops
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Graduates' Poetry
We are compiling poems written by participants during the workshop(s). Please note which was your first poem, and which was the second. Second, I would like to gather a book of Letters to Dad which would be the letter you sent or gave to your dad or just mailed it to him without a return address to New York, NY 10012. I would like to know who the author is and whether or not you wish your name connected directly with the poems or letter. Someday, we might even publish this in book form.
(Using the words wonder, feelings and the name you call you little child)
You Can't Do It Wrong - Suzie Gruber
Hi Sweetie,
How are you feeling today?
Joy, sadness, anger.
There's room for all of it here.
Bring a sense of wonder to each new day.
There is room for all of it here.
You simply can't do it wrong, Sweetie
You can't do it wrong.* * * Feelings Round-up - Priscilla Luera
“Cilla Jeanne wanders through the forest of feelings wondering why and how they grow. Some tall longstanding been there forever. Others short sprouting ones that pop and fizzle. How do they come? How do they go? How come some just sit and boil when others peek in and out of the clouds? How come feelings? They do their own thing. She put them in a box on the shelf—and they popped out. She put a fence around---and they got out. ‘Cilla Jeanne chases feelings across the river into the meadow and says “Come back and behave!”. They ignore her and run away. She’s tired. She lets them go. They go everywhere. What to do? ‘Cilla Jeanne asks what to do with these feelings.
Second Poetry Slam
(Using the words Forgiveness, appreciation and a positive name you would call your birth father.)
How? - Priscilla Luera
Dad—how can I forgive when you never showed me how? How can I appreciate others when you did not show me how? I am learning from others…limping…feeling handicapped…longing...fighting to learn through fears, blindness, pain, sorrow. I am crawling my way…to what? To life. I am crawling my way to life. One baby step at a time. I wish you were here to show me how.
* * * Peace - Shauna of the River
Appreciation opens the door.
Today, Dad is on the other side. Released from my world unto his own. Thank you.
Forgiveness, thank you for the love and joy that is in my lilfe, that is coming.
Freedom - to be me, in the world, out in that light, with other men and women who have a sense of humor and intelect to create a new world order for our children to come.
Before and after attending the
Healing the Father Wound® workshop
A Bad Day at the Office Same thing happens but now you feel it.
Before After Click on photo for actual YouTube version.
Everything that lives lives not alone, nor for itself.
William Blake
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