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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 30 Jul 2010 08:34:59 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://www.lifespeakspoetrytherapy.com/sample-poem/"><rss:title>LifeSpeaks</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.lifespeakspoetrytherapy.com/sample-poem/</rss:link><rss:description>Poetry Therapy</rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2010-07-30T08:34:59Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.lifespeakspoetrytherapy.com/sample-poem/2008/10/27/sample-poem-and-exercise.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.lifespeakspoetrytherapy.com/sample-poem/2008/10/27/sample-poem-and-exercise.html"><rss:title>Sample Poem and Exercise</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.lifespeakspoetrytherapy.com/sample-poem/2008/10/27/sample-poem-and-exercise.html</rss:link><dc:creator>LifeSPEAKS Poetry Therapy</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-10-27T17:47:12Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Journey<br />by Mary Oliver<br /><br />One day you finally knew<br />what you had to do, and began,<br />though the voices around you<br />kept shouting<br />their bad advice-<br />though the whole house <br />began to tremble<br />and you felt the old tug <br />at your ankles.<br />&ldquo;Mend my life!&rdquo;<br />each voice cried.<br />But you didn&rsquo;t stop.<br />You knew what you had to do,<br />though the wind pried<br />with its stiff fingers<br />at the very foundations,<br />though their melancholy<br />was terrible.<br />It was already late<br />enough, and a wild night,<br />and the road full of fallen<br />branches and stones.<br />But little by little,<br />as you left their voices behind,<br />the stars began to burn<br />through the sheets of clouds,<br />and there was a new voice<br />which you slowly<br />recognized as your own,<br />that kept you company<br />as you strode deeper and deeper<br />into the world,<br />determined to do<br />the only thing you could do-<br />determined to save<br />the only life you could save.<br /><br />Copied for therapeutic/educational use only.<br /><br />Exercise:<br />Read the poem, &ldquo;The Journey&rdquo; by Mary Oliver a few times and let your mind be open to what comes up for you from your own life experience. &nbsp;<br /><br />After reading the poem, think back to any time in your life where you had a similar experience of knowing, &ldquo;what you had to do&rdquo;; when you allowed yourself to take a step, even though there were other voices shouting bad advice, and there were things blocking your road, and it was late enough, but you heard your voice and strove forward anyways. &nbsp;<br /><br />In your journal, describe this experience to me. This is a time when you listened to your own voice and marched through the darkness into the light.&nbsp; It could be as simple as a change in a job, entering or leaving a relationship, or just one of those ideas that pushed you to a new beginning, and new clarity.&nbsp; These are the stories of our voice.<br /><br />Consider these details:<br /><br />Where were you?<br /><br />How old were you?<br /><br />Who else was around you at that time?<br /><br />Were there people giving you other advice?<br /><br />What were the roadblocks in your way?<br /><br />How did it feel to honor your voice and take that step?</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item></rdf:RDF>