poem arising from winter retreat

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.

Published by Kirby Moore

Kirby Moore is a healing facilitator based in the beautiful rolling hills of Charlottesville, Virginia. He does sessions in-person and long distance via Skype and Zoom, working with Spiritual Astrology, Somatic Experiencing, Biodynamic Craniosacral Therapy and Birth Process Work. His healing work is informed by fifteen years of meditation and Qigong practice. He works with client's intentions and deepest longings to attain clear, tangible results. Contact him for more info at (email): kirby [at] mkirbymoore [dot] com View more posts