I participated in a few days of a winter retreat in Charlottesville. At this retreat, we sat in silence, we played with Zapchen somatics – bringing awareness into the body and as body and we did Dream Play. This is a way in which someone expresses a dream and the retreat participants get to play different parts from the dream, acting them out, exploring and connecting with other parts. It is a unique and very interesting process.
I felt like I got more out of working someone else’s dream at this time, and that is where this poem arose from:
you are the Dad I never had
willing to touch and be touched
still rough around the edges
but wanting to transform
like the pieces of furniture you create
from blocks of bulky wood
my heart yearns to warm to you
your hands, calloused, on my neck
you are softer than before
I knew you
and that makes me glad.