“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music...And people flock around the poet and say: “Sing again soon” that is, “May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or
Self-care is investment. Self-care is wellbeing. Self-care is love. Self-care is something I became painfully aware of when I had my first child. You cannot take care of someone else if you can’t take care of yourself first. Self-care is tuning into what you need and when you need it. It extends into every facet of our lives and is more important now than ever in our desperate world. Making time for ourselves to truly discover what refuels us, is everything. In the spirit of taking care of ourselves, why not write to yourself? Pen a poem so intimate and your own that it becomes a part of you.
How to begin:
Grab a pen and paper, (our thoughts flow through us much better this way). Now close your eyes and look deeply within yourself. Begin to imagine three incredible qualities about yourself.
Keeping it positive will feel empowering. Next, add a location and then describe that location and ask, why am I here? Describe your surroundings in that location, use words that excite you. Create a statement about your future and describe that statement. Once you’ve completed these steps, remind yourself that your poem is for you, it’s a sacred gift, and should not be judged by any insecurities you hold. I’ll share mine here to further illustrate this personal exercise.
By Sadie Rosgen
I am thoughtful
I am strong
I am meant to be here
In my wildest dreams I am a warrior,
shifting through time and space at a staggering pace, swirling like dust in all directions
I am here to be reminded of my power
I am here to release my pain
I am here anyway
Thrilled and miraculous world!
Deserving of love,
my eyes are as open as my heart
and my future,
forecasted by perpetual light.