Spinal Range of Motion- Cat Cow Explained
An Ode To Roy- a Fine Canine
To dear old Roy, the shaggy blonde that he was.
A wee bundle of sweetness & oh was he loved.
Up in the mystic he now trots, free of pain.
You will be missed sweet Roy,
Even as our tenderness dose wane.
Tricia Schwaba, From the Archives
Movement
Moving through life
Moving through greed
Movement restricted
Movement freed
Let’s not pretend
We don’t know the deal
We’re gluttons for stuff
Neglecting what’s real.
Moving through life
Your unique pace
Calling upon source
Eternal grace
Point your body
Towards a new plan
One less pent up
At last you stand
Move with meaning
Be light, understanding
An easy pace
One less demanding
Making better choices
New motivation
Stimulate and inspire
Divine creation.
Tricia Schwaba, from the archives
I Suppose
I suppose the voice has been with me since before my time on Earth.
And once I was conceived it guided the timing of my birth
Into the perfect circumstance for just that prime succession
Of events that would bring the lessons that would eliminate my obsessions.
I suppose that my mom and dad were chosen specifically for me
That the combining of their energies would offer exactly what I needed
To evolve into the adult that I have so uniquely become
To stand upon my mountaintop and beat my solitary drum.
I suppose that when I leave the Earth there will be a certain kind of heartache
& my energetic influence will be shifted to another time and place
Perhaps that voice will call, to remind me of what lives on
As I find an orbit in my new found sphere and new oceans to make waves upon.
Tricia Schwaba Poetry, from the archives