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Thursday, August 3, 2017

From Post-Traumatic Stress to Post-Traumatic Growth: Transforming Adversity into Creative Rebirth

A child-like family of origin poetic allegory captures meaningful complex family dynamics through the story of "The Spider and the Butterfly."  The poem is followed by an in-depth essay on the process of traumatic to dramatic-creative transformation.  Enjoy.  MG


From Post-Traumatic Stress to Post-Traumatic Growth:  Transforming Adversity into Creative Rebirth

This is another head- and heartfelt essay & poem combo about the motivational forces that for me spurred new genre writing:  poetic allegory.  According to Merriam-Webster, "allegory" is the expression by means of symbolic fictional figures and actions of truths or generalizations about human existence.  The work below is a deep examination of early family of origin dynamics captured in a children’s story-like format.  More specifically, the poem illustrates one variation on the universal triangle themes of codependence, separation, loss, fear, and the struggle for individuation, for developing your own authentic voice.  Mr. and Mrs. Spider and a little butterfly are the principal players.  With its interplay of adult themes and children-of-all-ages format, I believe the piece (Parts I & II of a continuing saga) is both fairly compelling and insightful.  I have placed it before the introductory essay.  The essay explores – both conceptually and personally – the psychically disruptive backdrop to the creation of the allegory.  As always, would love your feedback.  Enjoy the journey.  MG


The Spider and the Butterfly:  Part I
Not Necessarily Just a Children’s Story

The spider spins a silky web
Of soft and shiny aura.
How will a little butterfly
Know the coming drama?

Lady S so wants a child
But she herself is dry
And a wounded Mr. Spider
Turns his back and cries.

Sunlight sparkles on the weave
Catching the ‘lil butter’s eye.
He soon alights upon the web
Her tapestry does hypnotize.

The ‘lil one fills a big hole
In her broken heart.
The spin-stress knows not why she craves…
But he must play a part.

Is he embraced or entrapped
In the lady’s many arms?
Instinct tells ’lil b to flee
Despite her luring charms.

But Lady Spider starts to sing
Her haunting Siren ** song.
How is one so young to know
Just what is right from wrong?

The moon has journeyed many times
Giving in becomes veiled lie.
‘lil b now wonders who he is…
“Oh no.  I’ve forgotten how to fly!”


**  In Greek mythology, the Sirens were dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.  (Wikipedia)

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The Spider and the Butterfly:  Part II
Not Necessarily Just a Children’s Story

So where is Mr. Spider’s thread
In our enmeshed story?
For in this tale of web and woe
Lady S spins all the glory.

Mr. S, alas, cannot weave…
His scarlet mark of shame
Adding insult to injury:
The Queen’s needles are a pain.

To numb a spider’s injured pride
He gorges on the blood
Of his wife’s hard-earned bounty
Drinking far more than he should.

Mr. S silently seethes
Black smoke clouds his red-hot brain:
How can he seize ‘lil b
From the Queen’s web domain?

While ‘lil b so quietly
Morphs…now the “too good” child:
Wings aflutter cool spider fears, but
White noise “call of the wild!”

Then one day, Mr, Spider
Announces to his mate
That he and the butter boy
Have planned a hunting date.

‘lil b unexpectedly
Eyes Mr. S. with newfound hope
But quickly turns to reality…
Will she let us cut the rope?

© Mark Gorkin  2017
Shrink Rap ™ Productions

lil b may not know where he is going
but I believe he will know how to get there.
Just between you and me...
I'd stay tuned for Part III.  http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d20638/05
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From Post-Traumatic Stress to Post-Traumatic Growth:  Transforming Adversity into Creative Rebirth

We all have heard of “post-traumatic stress,” the aftermath of shock and hypervigilance, loss and adversity with its many lingering, disruptive signs and symptoms of mind-body turmoil.  Hey, what about post-traumatic growth?  To understand the latter, we must recognize the former.  Potential major traumatic events include:  a) the death or painful loss of a loved one, b) the end of a long-time, meaningful relationship, c) the sudden and unexpected loss of a vital job, position, community, or role, d) a life-threatening illness or accident, e) a social environment that has you always on guard or living with a smoldering, just beneath the surface sense of angst or near panic, whether because of a substance-abusing parent, cyber-bullying peers, a climate of harassment, or nightly gunshots in your neighborhood, f) a war-zone experience with its potential for multiple trauma triggers, or g) a shocking natural catastrophe, along with the uncertain waiting for aftershocks, as in the 2015 earthquakes in Nepal, etc.  These complex events not only endanger a basic sense of security and community, but may threaten or unravel a personal identity.  Such trauma can challenge our foundational belief systems.  Assumptions and expectations about ourselves, our supportive circle, the surrounding world, about life or nature – human and otherwise – are being tested.  Adding to the psychic injury, subterranean memories or, at least, the lurking emotions, further disorient as they surge to the forefront of consciousness.  And nothing can be taken for granted; we must reexamine fundamental premises.  We must entertain unprecedented survival, psychological, and existential-behavioral questions and patterns.  And, of course, this reassessment or mind-body-moral inventory is the conceptual, psycho-spiritual, and creative bridge to new paths and possibilities.

Post-Traumatic Growth

Ironically, it is just because our worldview, beliefs, and role-identities have been so profoundly shaken if not shattered by physical, but especially psychic-seismic upheaval, that we have the opportunity to experience the inverse of post-traumatic stress…post-traumatic growth!  “Growth after trauma can take a number of different forms, including a greater appreciation for life, the identification of new possibilities for one’s life, more satisfying interpersonal relationships, (including increased empathy and altruism), a richer spiritual life and a connection to something greater than oneself, and a sense of personal strength.”  (Scott Barry Kaufman and Carolyn Gegoire, Wired to Create:  Understanding the Mysteries of the Creative Mind, Perigee:  Penguin Random House; New York, 2015.)

How to achieve such lofty goals as post-traumatic growth? Chaotic reality flies in the face of past beliefs, emotional-interpersonal schemas, and action plans. Letting go of the once predictable or familiar, while scary – the approach/avoidance or risk/reward uncertainty conundrum – helps open us to new or “nothing left to lose” perceptions, to consider unthinkable problem-solving ideas and strategies, to generate novel ways of framing, defining and defying, and, ultimately, giving meaning to crisis and loss, to pain and suffering. Akin to a city whose neighborhoods, roadways, power lines, and monuments have been rattled, battered, and razed by an earthquake, we must first distinguish the functional from the dysfunctional. Then, one must learn from the past to rebuild schematic structures that guide understanding and decision-making; that harness – individually and collectively – purpose, passion, and persistence. Of course, initially there is a grief process – shock, sadness, loss, anger, doubt and ambivalence, and angst, etc. – that often precedes and gradually nurtures (though not always on a predictable schedule), sustained rebuilding and rejuvenation.

Grief as Growth

In fact, the path of grief is a major growth stimulant, a challenging and fluid formula for finding-designing renewed meaning for living.  With sufficient support and time, by embracing the dark side of melancholy and mourning a new season of light and rebirth imperceptibly yet magically often appears on the horizon.  As I once penned:  Whether the loss is a key person, a desired position, or a powerful illusion, each deserves the respect of a mourning.  The pit in the stomach, the clenched fists and quivering jaw, the anguished sobs prove catalytic in time.  In mystical fashion, like spring upon winter, the seeds of dissolution bear fruitful renewal.

In summary, to stabilize a self shaken at its roots, we often must let go of comfortable and reassuring or stress-relieving habits, that is, coping adaptations that have become limiting or, at the least, do not fit a new post-trauma reality.  We must learn to both explore wildly and fail fearlessly – “strive high and embrace failure” anyone?  Or, at least move – whether steadily or in fits and starts – out of that proverbial comfort zone.  Why?  Because, as an adult, habitual cognitive-emotive-behavioral patterns not courageously and thoroughly questioned have decided dysfunctional, self-constricting, “b.s.” – be safe – potential.  However, through individual and group grief, rumination, sharing, and reflection, and active trial and error exploration-experimentation we are in a position to gain up-to-date information about ourselves and our environments.  My regeneration mantra:  Learn to Fail or Fail to Learn!  We are now rebuilding from the ground up; we are pursuing unprecedented – and perhaps creative – pathways and opportunities.  The poignancy and pregnancy of this “no exit challenge,” will present itself, especially if we understand the wisdom articulated by French-Algerian, Nobel-prize winning author, Albert Camus:  Once we have accepted the fact of loss, we understand that the loved one obstructed whole corners of the possible…pure now as a sky washed by rain.

That is, we have invested so much time, energy, emotion, ego in that one special person, one right position or living space, one acceptable self-definition, only one possible outcome, that we are not even aware fully of what else lives inside us and what is conceivable outside us…and the evolving magical “transitional space” when boldly and imaginatively playing with the two.

Corners of the Possible

Which brings me to five new or reinvigorated “post-traumatic” corners of the possible recently discovered and designed in the aftermath of: a) the end of a ten-year relationship, b) the loss of a three-year old “grandchild,” c) the dissolution of my Cleveland social network, d) having to find new living arrangements, d) decidedly more ebb than flow in my speaking gigs, that is, e) basically having to start over in Columbia, MD feeling mostly isolated, wounded, and defeated.

Five of the recent corners of hibernation and healing:  1) participating regularly in a variety of twelve step groups, 2) making new friends both inside and outside the “step” experience, 3) carefully listening to my dreams, 4) engaging in creative-therapeutic writing, especially capturing my traumatic stress to growth process through various forms of poetic expression, and 5) finding creative partners to help turn poetic concepts into creative products.  I believe the common and creative threads connecting the five corners is simple yet substantial:  All corners, especially the first four, provide a space for me to discover what psychological emotions and ideas are swimming and swirling in my conscious and subconscious minds.  For example, the first four corners definitely hold up a mirror to my psyche, heart, and soul.  This can occur by talking out loud in a group to hear and, thereby, clarify the jumble of mind-body-spirit thoughts and feelings.  It also evolves through give-and-take sharing and feedback with self-reflective kindred pals.  I hear disguised or denied parts of myself in their stories.  Dreams are another subterranean, self-revealing mirror (sometimes of a fun- and not-so-fun-house variety) that often puzzle and propel me into deeper confusion and exploration.

Writing is Conceiving Is Believing Is Reframing Is…

Then, of course, there is creative writing. A number of colleagues have asked why I keep exploring what appear to be familiar themes: why don’t you move on? For me, relationship loss – whether of early or more recent origin – is a mine of infinitely rich and vibrant, yet often painful, minerals. And the deeper I dig and sift, recall and sort, the ore brought back to the surface is not just richer but more of my human essence. And under red hot, laser-like inner gaze, the ore becomes fluid and fleeting, inducing a state of mental meandering and kaleidoscopic possibility. In dream-like fashion, the interplay of past-present-future takes me down the rabbit hole…to unexpected places if not unimaginable spaces. Once the ore begins to cool and my mind begins to converge (that is, evolves from the seemingly psycho-logical to the more logical) … the protean-like ore can be molded into a myriad of forms and functions, such as a new format like poetic allegory. Finally, not surprisingly, soul material always retains an element of unfinished mystery.

Let the writing adventure begin.  As I sit before the computer, turned on by my performance angst, mind wandering is followed by more focused, mindful/meditative states (or as easily, the reverse cognitive sequence.  I call this mercurial ebb and flow finding that elusive balance between mindfulness and out-of-mindfulness; the latter being my specialty ;-).  Shifting between unconscious percolation to building surprising subconscious and conscious connections, then once more back down into the writer’s well for additional sediments and sustenance.  All this meandering, molding, and new meaning construction hopefully, gradually, leads to clear, concise, and compelling sentences or captivating visually rhythmic and evocative lines. This discovery-to-design process helps soothe past pain, clarifies present understanding, and purposefully yet playfully spins and shapes new corner possibilities. (In fact, I think an essay about the importance and power of these “five corners” is waiting in the wings.)

Phew. Time to reread “The Spider and the Butterfly.” Hopefully, it brings to life more tangibly the evolution – from pain to poetry – of post-traumatic stress, growth and creativity. To be continued! Amen and women, to that!



Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW, "The Stress Doc" ™, a nationally acclaimed speaker -- on stress & burnout, performance-leadership & captivating communication -- as well as recognized authour, and "Psychohumorist" ™.  Mark is a founding partner and Stress Resilience and Trauma Debriefing Consultant for the Nepali Diaspora Behavioral Health & Wellness Initiative and is a current Leadership Coach/Training Consultant for the international Embry-Riddle Aeronautics University at the Daytona, FL headquarters. A former Stress and Violence Prevention Consultant for the US Postal Service, he has led numerous Pre-Deployment Stress Resilience-Humor-Team Building Retreats for the US Army. Presently Mark does Critical Incident Debriefing for organizational/corporate clients of Business Health Services. The Doc is the author of Practice Safe Stress, The Four Faces of Anger, and Preserving Human Touch in a High-Tech World. Mark’s award-winning, USA Today Online "HotSite"www.stressdoc.com – was called a "workplace resource" by National Public Radio (NPR). For more info, email: stressdoc@aol.com.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

The Genesis of “Anger for You/Anger for Me: A Story of Codependency” – Essay and Poem

The Stress Doc traces the frustrating-thrustrating path culminating in a startling, "powerfully emotive," poem on relationship dependency-evolving towards recovery journey.


The Genesis of “Anger for You/Anger for Me:  A Story of Codependency” – Essay and Poem

It started out as a frustrating week.  Let me elaborate.  As I explained in the accompanying essay, “When One Becomes the Powers of Two:  The Art of Becoming Your Own Creative Partner,” my last poem, “The Gift of Writing,” emerged through dialogue with a previous work.  It was as if there was a confrontation between my past and present word artist selves.  Discontent motivated extracting the gems in a two-year-old “Resiliency Rap.”  Tension, extractions, and new poetic play morphed a very different and, IMHO, a more compelling poetic structure.  Here’s the link:  https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/when-one-becomes-powers-two-art-writing-returning-rewriting-gorkin

In the past month or so, on three different occasions I had successfully achieved poetic confrontation-transformation …Why not one more?  Alas, I wasn’t coming up with a meaningfully different format; the change seemed superficial.  I had gone to the well one time too many.

Actually, as it turned out, it was a “thrustrating” week.  Thrustration, a term coined by psychiatrist, Dr. Richard Rabkin, occurs when you are feeling stuck between thrusting ahead with direct action and frustration; you cannot quite put the creative/problem-solving puzzle pieces together.  However, if you can stay with this creative angst, the tension just might become a magnet, attracting other emotionally charged ideas or issues.

Feeling stuck, no poetic inspiration on the horizon, I diverted myself by taking notes on an amazing book, Van Gogh:  The Complete Paintings.  When I feel creatively fallow, not unlike the aforementioned artistic icon, my mood can turn a darker shade of blue.  The voice in my head:  “You are only as good as your next artistic outpouring.”  And the horizon seemed ominous.

Another voice also emerged in this dark blue haze.  This one was beginning to be fueled by some lingering anger towards my ex.  I can still gnaw on feelings regarding how our breakup went down.  Between voices, there’s not necessarily a logical connection…more psycho-logical!  Fortunately, the last two years of support group “Step” work came to the rescue.  Instead of itemizing what she did – directly or indirectly – to me…I focused more on what I had done to myself – whether by defects of commission or omission.  And with this revamped mindset, two compelling lines, posed as an interdependent (codependent may be more apt) question, all of nine words, materialized:

Is my anger for you
Really anger for me?

And I quickly realized that these lines, this psycho-existential question, was the basis of a new poem.  It would prove to be an outpouring that would reexamine our relationship using a more honest and humble lens.  More specifically, an introspective 12-step lens that revealed a series of key questions as self-reflective, therapeutic tools. At some point, an insight emerged:  the whole poem would revolve around this rhythmic couplet.  Once seeing this organizing, pivotal structure, i.e., beginning and ending alternative sections with the anger dyad, the song’s narrative fell into place.  In addition, as anger lines began to morph into a rhythmic chorus, plaintively repeated in my head and heart, the next realization:  I was creating my “country codependency” number.  (Please forgive any “cc” redundancy. 😉)

Kidding aside, it really is a pretty poignant and powerful piece.  I even read it at a recent EA (Emotions Anonymous) group meeting.  A number of people requested copies.  Would love to hear your take.  Keep on steppin.  MG

P.S.  Shortly after posting on allpoetry.com, I received this encouraging note:

Wow! Great piece here!

This grabs the reader with both hands and pleads its case. Powerfully emotive and I love the repeated phrases, the poet questioning himself almost fearing the answers ... but the truth need not lie.

Great writing! You need enter this or another in the new poet's contest.

Looking forward to reading more from you...

Bev
site greeter

Inspired me.
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Anger for You/Anger for Me:
A Story of Codependency

Is my anger for you
Really anger for me?
Can a me without you
Still have identity?
Was a drifting soul trapped
In the soft lap of dependency?
Is my anger for you
Really anger for me?

So tight the embrace…
False security.
Closing my eyes
To the wounds still in me.
Was I so lonely
Unable to see?
Small talk, surface life
Numbs recovery.

Is my anger for you
Really anger for me?
Why did I choke on
My integrity?
Was I so desperate
For heart surgery?
Is my anger for you
Really anger for me?

That hungry craving
For intimacy:
The next holy grail
Or more sex fantasy?
When will I learn
What it means just to be
Safe in my own skin
Not giving in to idolatry?

Is my anger for you
Really anger for me?
Why did you run
From honesty?
Too dark night soul blue?
A man lost at sea?
Is my anger for you
Really anger for me?

Should a Wandering Jew
Forsake his artistry?
No longer asking:
“Where’s my place to be?”
Why do I still doubt
That I’m love worthy?
Can it be enough
Just being old me?

No more anger for you
No more anger for me
In new deep growth forest
Kindred spirits round me
Hold up a mirror…
Even I can agree:
In the big picture
You are a small tree.

No more anger for you
No more anger for me
It really is simple
Plain as can be
One day I’ll look back
And laugh till I’m free
No more anger for you
No more anger for me!


© Mark Gorkin  2017
Shrink Rap ™ Productions


Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW, "The Stress Doc" ™, a nationally acclaimed speaker -- on stress & burnout, performance-leadership & captivating communication -- as well as recognized authour, and "Psychohumorist" ™.  Mark is a founding partner and Stress Resilience and Trauma Debriefing Consultant for the Nepali Diaspora Behavioral Health & Wellness Initiative and is a current Leadership Coach/Training Consultant for the international Embry-Riddle Aeronautics University at the Daytona, FL headquarters. A former Stress and Violence Prevention Consultant for the US Postal Service, he has led numerous Pre-Deployment Stress Resilience-Humor-Team Building Retreats for the US Army. Presently Mark does Critical Incident Debriefing for organizational/corporate clients of Business Health Services. The Doc is the author of Practice Safe Stress, The Four Faces of Anger, and Preserving Human Touch in a High-Tech World. Mark’s award-winning, USA Today Online "HotSite"www.stressdoc.com – was called a "workplace resource" by National Public Radio (NPR). For more info, email: stressdoc@aol.com.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

When One Becomes the "Powers of Two": The Art of Becoming Your Own Creative Partner – Essay & Resiliency Rap

The Stress Doc explores how his new poem/“Resiliency Rap” – “The Gift of Writing” (below) – evolved from, for him, a novel process of dissatisfaction, honesty, discovery, engagement, frustration and, ultimately, synthesis.  The existential question:  at times, is it possible to be your own creative partner?  And if so, what does it take?  Read on.

When One Becomes the Powers of Two:  The Art of Becoming Your Own Creative Partner –  Essay & Resiliency Rap

Joshua Shenk’s thesis in the thought-provoking Powers of Two:  Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs, (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2014), is clear:  innovation is powered by the creative tension between individuals in great dyads who are both very much different and very much alike.  Think John Lennon and Paul McCartney, Shenk’s prototypic example.  Both driven musical geniuses (who lost mothers in their teen years), Lennon tempered McCartney’s tendency for soppy romanticism, while McCartney helped soften Lennon’s angry, hard-edge.  Shenk adds: “The heart of creative connection is the felicitous and complementary combination of the familiar and the strange.  These simultaneous extremes generate the deep rapport and energizing friction that defines a creative pair.”  I particularly like this line from Shenk:  We need similarities to give us ballast and differences to make us move.

Alas, what happens when a creative partner is not on the scene?  Are you consigned to creative impotence, or can you improvise?  (I suppose one analogy at hand is settling for self-stimulating pleasures instead of the real thing.  Hey, sometimes second best isn’t so bad; and, when on auto-pilot, the imagination can run a little wild.) 😉  But seriously, I may have discovered another option.

The Pass in the Impasse

Recently, I have been reviewing poems and “Resiliency Raps” ™ penned two and three years ago.  The motive:  I had begun to sharpen my Seussian voice – tackling deep, often complex themes with accessible language, graspable and memorable images, as well as fast, feisty, and fun rhyme schemes.  And, as suspected, a number of the earlier works, especially the longer pieces, are more abstract and less clear, even to the author’s mind.  (Of course, as I continue to age, I do become a little more demented.)

In the early stages of this operational procedure, it dawns on me: in paradoxical fashion, I am in the arena of creative opposition…between my past and present selves! And Shenk’s dyadic proposition may well apply. For as I’m rethinking the early works, it’s not just a matter of substituting a word, phrase or image, here and there. Not only am I seriously streamlining the longer pieces but, within a story-like format, making more tangible and mythical the imagery and references. Bringing an evolved mindset to the remake, I’m separating the poetic – verbal and visual – wheat from chaff; there are original images and ideas waiting to be utilized anew.

A significantly different structure is also emerging.  For example, in the poem immediately below, there are shorter stanzas broken up by a repeating chorus.  In addition, what was a one-time only opening line – I write; therefore, I am – now becomes an opening variation for each poetic section, e.g., I write; therefore, I am memory.  “Memory” becomes the organizing theme for the short segment.

Danger and Opportunity

The challenge of this surgical procedure is as much egotistical as it is operational:  accepting that my earlier work was significantly flawed.  It wasn’t as wonderful as I previously believed.  To my credit, I was experimenting with new poetic formats.  A memorable poem, like a classic city, isn’t built in a day.  For original production, the courage to take an honest look in the mirror, to recognize the circuitous process, perhaps time wandering in the proverbial desert, the opportunity for noodling and trial and error experimentation which allows, finally, the return to familiar territory with a fresh mindset, ready to seek feedback, if not a partnership, is a growing sign of personal-professional maturity that should not be minimized.

Actually, it’s not unlike the “step” work I’m doing.  Areas in my life that seemed “settled,” are presently being exposed as sources of defect and dysfunction (“d and d”).  But instead of being immobilized by feelings of shame, as I may have in the past, or denying the issues altogether, I’m more challenged to wrestle with d and d, in group meetings as well as alone and with one or two fellow “steppers.”  (There’s that “power of two” theme, again.)  So let’s add two “d”s:  new direction and determination!

And “constructive discontent” is often the starting point for creative problem-solving, whatever the generative or innovative domain.  One might say, doing a fierce and fearless, overall life/moral inventory regarding emotional beliefs, behaviors, and relations (the “12-step” forest) is facilitating this poetic reappraisal and risk-taking (of the “word artist” trees).

Naturally, there is risk tearing down an existing structure; one that I’m defining as outdated, of insufficient quality.  Will I be able to construct a worthy replacement?  An image of buildings inadequately designed to withstand earthquake tremors comes to mind.  And after such a trauma, hopefully you are motivated to rebuild with stronger materials and sounder blueprints.  Perhaps I’m in a period of psychic quaking, as it were.  A courageous second look allows for assessing strengths and gaps.  Now there is opportunity for rejuvenating poetic form and function that is both firmer and more fluid.  Hopefully, your work can sway and withstand natural tremors along with human slings and arrows.  (Ultimately, you, reader, will be the building inspector 😉 .)

Closing

A question comes to mind:  do you have other projects (not necessarily involving poetry or even writing, for that matter), that might warrant a second look?  Are you ready to explore the “Powers of Two,” ideally with a partner?  But if one isn’t on the horizon, can you turn your former self or an old work into a provocative antagonist, perhaps an arena where thesis and antithesis do battle.  It just may be time for new creative synthesis.  To good adventures.  MG

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The Gift of Writing

I write; therefore, I am
Hey, Rene, ** this is no scam
It’s in the stars of this Aries ram.
Head in the clouds; mind on the lam
Still head-butting that nightmare exam.

I write; therefore, I am memory
Ghost voices smolder in purgatory
Smoke signal secrets of the family:
That “don’t talk, don’t trust, don’t feel” litany
May one scratch history from jaws of mystery?

Writing, Writing
The art of inner fighting
Writing, Writing
Are you still deciding?

I write; therefore, I have a brain
Word Legos helps design the sane
Till mind meets wall…there’s no more to gain
But REM sleep drama for all the pain.
Red morning eyes know the Sisyphus ** strain:
It’s in your blood…Up the mountain again!

I write; therefore, I have a role
9-5…just not how I roll.
Why do they scoff?  Some try to cajole…
Don’t make me laugh: “Just set a goal.”
For fiery dreams that still burn a hole
Plug in…compose:  lay bare Shadow Soul.

Writing, Writing
A knack for in-sighting
Writing, Writing
No more closet hiding.

I write; therefore, I am not null
All in my head; perhaps full of bull?
Whatever is said, at least I’m not dull.
Seuss-lite illumes the jet-black tunnel…
Rising from ashes – a Phoenix role model:
A keyboard with wings – new mythic seagull.

I write; therefore, I have an image
Is it true vision or just a mirage?
Trapped in a maze or safe passage for rage?
But one way to know…leap to the stage!
Who knows where you’ll go on a blank screen or page!

Writing, Writing
When spirit starts igniting
Writing, Writing
No more simply gliding.

Writing, Writing
Like thunder and lightning
Writing, Writing
On Pegasus **…start riding.

**  Rene Descartes (1596–1650), French philosopher, mathematician, and man of science. He concluded that everything was open to doubt except conscious experience and existence as a necessary condition of this: “Cogito, ergo sum” (I think, therefore I am).  In mathematics, he developed the use of coordinates to locate a point in two or three dimensions. The Cartesian coordinate system is named in his honor. (Oxford Dictionaries)

**  In Greek mythology Sisyphus was the king of Ephyra (now known as Corinth). He was punished for his self-aggrandizing craftiness and deceitfulness by being forced to roll an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it come back to hit him, repeating this action for eternity. Through the classical influence on modern culture, tasks that are both laborious and futile are therefore described as Sisyphean.  (Wikipedia)

** Pegasusin Greek mythology, a winged horse that sprang from the blood of the Gorgon Medusa as she was beheaded by the hero Perseus. With Athena’s (or Poseidon’s) help, another Greek hero, Bellerophon, captured Pegasus and rode him first in his fight with the Chimera and later while he was taking vengeance on Stheneboea (Anteia), who had falsely accused Bellerophon. Subsequently Bellerophon attempted to fly with Pegasus to heaven but was unseated and killed or, by some accounts, lamed. The winged horse became a constellation and the servant of Zeus. The spring Hippocrene on Mount Helicon was believed to have been created when the hoof of Pegasus struck a rock.

In late antiquity, Pegasus’s soaring flight was interpreted as an allegory of the soul’s immortality; in modern times, it has been regarded as a symbol of poetic inspiration.  (Encyclopedia Britannica).


© Mark Gorkin  2017
Shrink Rap ™ Productions


Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW, "The Stress Doc" ™, a nationally acclaimed speaker -- on stress & burnout, performance-leadership and captivating communication -- as well as recognized authour, and "Psychohumorist" ™.  Mark is a founding partner and Stress Resilience and Trauma Debriefing Consultant for the Nepali Diaspora Behavioral Health & Wellness Initiative and is a current Leadership Coach/Training Consultant for the international Embry-Riddle Aeronautics University at the Daytona, FL headquarters. A former Stress and Violence Prevention Consultant for the US Postal Service, he has led numerous Pre-Deployment Stress Resilience-Humor-Team Building Retreats for the US Army. Presently Mark does Critical Incident Debriefing for organizational/corporate clients of Business Health Services. The Doc is the author of Practice Safe Stress, The Four Faces of Anger, and Preserving Human Touch in a High-Tech World. Mark’s award-winning, USA Today Online "HotSite"www.stressdoc.com – was called a "workplace resource" by National Public Radio (NPR). For more info, email: stressdoc@aol.com.

Friday, July 29, 2016

Space-Time Travelers and Lovers: The Path of Letting Go

For well over a year, I have been smoldering about the end of my ten-year, long-distance relationship, and especially, how I was blocked by both mother and, IMHO, indirectly by “Nana,” from having any further connection with my ex’s granddaughter.  I was crazy about this little girl, doting upon her with undivided attention, creative-playful energy, and unconditional love.  Lil Charlotte has been remembered and celebrated in word and song.  (Email stressdoc@aol.com for a Charlotte sampler.)  And she (or a symbolic representation) adorns the cover of my forthcoming e-book, Fierce Longing…Fiery Loss:  Relearning to Let Go, Laugh and Love.

Actually, in the past couple of months the burning fires and depressed embers have been fading; the flood of tears, a few friends, and new creative gears are helping me move ahead and repair that once broken heart.  Ironically, no longer so enraged, no longer feeling so caged, having sufficiently (albeit, not completely) detached, it’s possible to view my ex-partner without all the steam and fury.  I can better distinguish feelings for her and our time together, before my work slowed (and her insecurities increased regarding my financial stability).  And, before a grandchild entered our orbit.

In light of previous painful exchanges only a couple of months ago, and considering that we still have not met face-to-face since the last time we were in the same room in Jan 2015…was this new mindscape trustworthy?  Was I ready to express appreciation for the loving times and spaces that we shared:  would I be opening a wound or inviting myself to be once again wounded?

So a debate raged within, and then an opening…a poem was dawning.  “Space-Time Travelers and Lovers” is now ready to come out of the creative closet.  It is followed by an introduction to another grief-themed poem, “On the Ode to Letting Go.”  (A poem, I am proud to say, that was recently used as a teaching tool by a Lutheran Church Ministry group; see below.  It also appears in the aforementioned Fierce Longing…Fiery Loss.)  I hope you find the tandem w/rite of passage meaningful.  Peace,  MG

Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW
The Stress Doc ™

Author of the new e-book on Amazon, Preserving Human Touch in a High Tech World: Writings, Raps, & Rhymes on Stress Resiliency, Burnout Recovery, and Digital Sanity

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01GIPXVH4/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb

Synopsis:
  An insightful and inspiring guide for self-discovery and heart-to-heart connection, Preserving Human Touch... is the painful, playful, and soulful outpouring of a one-of-a-kind – stage and page – "Motivational Psychohumorist" TM and "word artist."  Whether poetry or prose, purposeful or poignant, the language is colorful yet clear – a tapestry of meaningful substance and magical style.  As a psychohumorist, the Doc has been pioneering the field of psychologically humorous "rap" music -- Shrink Rap Productions! This ingenious synthesis is best captured by the “Stress Doc’s” ™ quest to be the Dr. Seuss of Stress for Adults (and kids of all ages).
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Space-Time Travelers and Lovers

Once upon a time and so far away…
Love meant never having to say you're sorry
But it's all relative
When space-time bends chemical trends
Turning a “Yes” into “NO!”
So much more EBB than flow
As starship lovers no longer friends
Passing in the night…once out-of-sight
The gravity glue between two dark-distant bodies
A delayed, weak soular signal:
An ex-paramour’s dashboard amends.

Best and Worst of Times

Going round and around
Earth Mother in elliptical circles…
Sometimes a flyaway comet
Sometimes cradled in each other’s orbit
A partner planet
Then a little moon arrived
With her crescent smile
That drove me good crazy
And magnetic halo that lit up the sky
Don’t ask me why
My career/work was aborted
And a trust-line shorted.
Instead of coming closer, now apart further
Revealing two ego-alien natures
A heartbreak space station...once a force-field of dreams.
But how would one know with Earth’s silent screams?

Perhaps best to say
In this galaxy, anyway
Two orbs are company
Three is a crowd!
Especially when in the mind of one
The other won’t find another way.
And in the mind of the other
One won’t take another look:
Each reads from a different (work)Book!

Rages, Stages, and Steps

Once ejected from the family solar system
Wounded soul flares erupt
Spewing radioactive rage
Toxic heat and heavy light in a Dark Age
Sucking the air from black hole grief.
Turning point:  reaching for 12-Step relief:
A reflecting pool, a time to cool
Down blazing shadows
To wade in the shade
Fury, finally, starting to fade
And none too soon
Enabling this far from heavenly body
To ponder his eclipse by the Earth
No longer blinded by his lost little Moon.

Hard to believe:  being so helpless
All alone in the darkness
When days feel like weeks
The one vital sign-source:
Core lava waterfall wrath
Cherry-magma tear-dyed cheeks
Turning pain into war paint
Words drawn from blood, sweat, and tears
To disarm voices that split me in half.

Letting Go to “No” and Flow

In the fiery furnace of that dark night
Oh how can self-doubt
Morph as a flaming red light?
Do know your limits…Don’t limit your No’s!
Stop justifying to friends or foes
Trust the prose of soul sisters or bros
No shame stepping on some big toes.
Now transform “fight or flight”
Into let go luminous loss
That will run its course
As a gentle rain path
Washing away scarlet shame ranting
Magma mask finger point painting.
Embracing my sadness
Much stronger than madness.

Half Full/Empty Memory Scope

Recalling starlit games at bedtime
Pot-belly laughs and zippy high-lines
Yellow stones…to mountain climbs
Coastal shores and tundra pines
Not to mention vineyard wines
Your matzoh ball soup, latkes, and Seders
Helping you deal with plant-loving Jew baiters.

For a good while this was quite fine
But my being weird wired
I know you got tired with
A world of “word artist” designs
Sans bottom line recovery signs.
We weathered some storms…just not stormy weather
Alas, for me, 9-5, a dead letter
Yet, some regrets:  could I have done better?
Never astral bodies of a feather
Still… grateful for time travel together!


©  Mark Gorkin  2015
Shrink Rap ™ Productions
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A Spiritual Path for “Ode to Letting Go” 

Recently, with the help of a good friend/colleague, I led a “Practice Safe Stress” workshop for her church ministry group.  We all had a great time:

Trinity Lutheran Church/Stephen Ministry Program, N. Bethesda, MD; "Developing Stress Resilience through Humor:  A Caregiver's Playshop"; 1.5 hours

June 22, 2016

Mark - my go-to-stress-reliever -
THANK YOU & below I'm sharing a message from Miriam.
Yes, we "talked about you" -- all in a good way - our group was amazed and positively positive --
THANK YOU for braving the storm and making this "anniversary" a time to work out, work through, and work toward more healing in so many ways.

We'll be in touch -

HUGE Gorkin Fan
Donna Shriver
dshriver79@aol.com
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Hi Donna,

Thanks for bringing Mark to our Stephen Ministry Program. He was absolutely great and offered so many good ideas and coping mechanisms for stress. I am definitely interested in his E-book and in getting him back to Trinity...The timing you chose bringing Mark in for his talk was perfect.

Peace,
Miriam
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And then, about a week later, I received these ego-boosters from Donna S. who, herself, has a very lively and distinctive style of expression that waxes from the lyrical to the spiritual:

Hi Mark - FYI - YES, we are using your poetry & discussion questions for tonight's Stephen Ministry supervision meeting.  ALSO (yes, we talked about you -- all in a good way). -- I must tell you how enthused Miriam is about you -- last night (Monday, July 18) a smaller group of us - Miriam, Louise, Sarah, Patricia & I -- the "cheer squad" - got together for dinner -- I think you met Miriam & Louise - and Miriam read your poem to prepare us for Tuesday's meeting -- hoping we will think about it and have our discussion ready.  She likes "growl, howl, eat crow" -- she loves the word play and the rhythm of the sounds -- and the depth within the fun.  She mentioned several times how the "fun" and "depth" can be an interesting mix - and very effective - and so on-board with what we do as Stephen Ministers.  She is definitely working on a schedule to bring you back to a larger group - in the works for later…

Well, we definitely continued our education -- On the Ode to Letting Go - was dynamic and a different version of our regular Stephen Ministry (SM) training.  Miriam read the poem with wonderful force and emphasis.  Fun to hear her growl and howl.  She had us break into groups of 2 --10 people so 5 groups -- and we had private discussions with our partners.  One-on-one we bring out private information that doesn't always make it to the big group - and that shows the intimacy of sharing thoughts and ideas with only one person -- which is one of SM's positive roles.  “Don't throw in the towel -- Fight another day” -- for those of us struggling with job stress, these images hit the target. 

Our private pairs talked for about 20 minutes before sharing our main ideas with the group.  The famous 5 stages of grief were paralleled in your vision-inducing words:  howl, stew, tears, peace, learn -

Rise up - study - know - learn -

An interesting dimension - it was discussed how the poem and the "Ode to Letting Go" thrust was to use our strength from within -- to "heal yourself" -- lick wounds -- peace in gut and soul -- rather than our SM (thrust / view / push -- seeking the right word) -- our SM Christian thrust - we always look to our savior's guidance, reassurance, live-affirming love and way of life -- and we use Biblical references, God's everlasting love -- and a strength based on dependence -- letting go to Let God take our problems -- Letting Go to Forgive, and Letting our Heavenly Father be our shepherd. 

The SM dimension adds - without apology -- God's love and the idea that we "walk with Jesus" -- to walk along care receivers in their journey through the problem -- through aging -- through life's struggles and eventual debilitation.

Your prelude, ("epiphany" hits a familiar chord with this crowd -- Miriam understood the power of wordplay -- TNT - 3D - 11th Commandment -- she is familiar with Adam Gopnik, Darwin/Lincoln -- Albert Camus -- voila -- Phoenix rising from the ashes --

I was thrilled that Miriam was gung-ho about using your material (something outside the SM-approved training guide book)!
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On the Ode to "Letting Go"

At some point towards the end of 2014, at long last…an epiphany.  I finally began to grasp that in today's TNT - Time-Numbers-Technology - World ever-clouded in a "3-D" - Driven-Distracted-Disruptive - Web, lengthy essays were not the way to attract a cyber-audience.  Once again the imperative "to do more with less" rules.  (Actually, if feels like it has become the 11th Commandment!)  Makes me think of writer Adam Gopnik's powerful mantra from his book on Darwin and Lincoln:  "Repetition is the law of nature, but variation is the rule of life."  Now uncertainty and adversity, along with necessity, became the progenitors of invention.

The opportunities in separation and loss was beautifully and succinctly captured by the 20th c. French-Algerian Nobel Prize-winning author, Albert Camus:

Once we have accepted the fact of loss, we understand that the loved one obstructed a whole corner of the possible…pure now as a sky washed by rain.

Surely, one way of putting more into a smaller (yet meaning-filled) package is by shifting from prose to verse.  And voila…the concept of "Resiliency Rap" became the poetic Phoenix rising from the Internet ashes.  I suppose this "Ode" is fitting, as it begins to capture my understanding of the struggle of letting go in all domains – from the virtual to the actual.


On the Ode to "Letting Go"

To start "letting go" you must rise up and growl
Then let out a howl
Study that which seems foul –
Lick wounds for a while…stew in your woes.
Just don't throw in the towel; better…
Do know your limits, don't limit your "No"s!

Hmm…What do you know?
Those critical voices, grief ghosts on the prowl
Now flushed from your bowels
As tears flood timeworn echoes:
Peace flows through gut and soul.

So "strive high, embrace failure"
Jump into the fray
Still learning to fight another day.
For when you let go to life's ebb and flow
You will even know when it's time to eat crow!


©  Mark Gorkin  2015
Shrink Rap ™ Productions
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Perspective on the Poem, Power to the Poet

I key component of working through loss and grief often involves engaging and harnessing rage and hostility.  This dynamic often raises its head when you feel manipulated, put down, overrun, or victimized by another; attributing the flash of feeling to perceived injustice, insult, and/or invasion…and there's no recourse other than "letting go."  And, most surprising, being "powerless" does not necessarily mean being "helpless."  I'm allowing myself to more gradually feel and sit with these emotional charged states of aggression before engaging an antagonist.  I'm doing a psychic scan:  are past hurts confounding present heat?

Also vital…acknowledging the loss of "fair or reasonable world" expectations.  It is unrealistic to think I can control another adult's behavior (and detrimental to want to, other than protecting my own boundaries, preserving self-integrity, and building healthier relationships).  I can express or assert my needs and desires, but must learn to accept that others may not subscribe to my vison or values; many will choose not to walk "the word artist" path.

Finally, grief not only helps us regulate anger with others, but enables us to more gently own our flaws and failings.  In the game of life, a deeper and wiser sadness sometimes can even trump or dampen those raw and raspy as well as shrill-shaming voices.
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Discussion Questions

1.  Why is growling and howling often a vital part of truly "letting go?"

2.  What might be some benefits of "studying that which is foul" and "stewing in (your) woes"?

3.  What does the phrase "grief ghosts" conjure?  What images and ideas?

4.  What does it take to "strive high" and "embrace failure?"  What might be some benefits of embracing contradiction?

5.  Have you ever "learned to fight another day" or had "to eat crow"?  If so, what feelings are aroused at first, then over time?

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Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW, "The Stress Doc" ™, a nationally acclaimed speaker, writer, and "Psychohumorist" ™, is a founding partner and Stress Resilience and Trauma Debriefing Consultant for the Nepali Diaspora Behavioral Health & Wellness Initiative.  A former Stress and Violence Prevention Consultant for the US Postal Service, he has led numerous Pre-Deployment Stress Resilience-Humor-Team Building Retreats for the US Army.  The Doc is the author of Practice Safe Stress, The Four Faces of Anger, and Preserving Human Touch in a High Tech World.  Mark’s award-winning, USA Today Online "HotSite"www.stressdoc.com – was called a "workplace resource" by National Public Radio (NPR).  For more info, email:  stressdoc@aol.com.