Pakistan Self-Development Workshop completed

Congratulations to these students who completed the Self-Development Workshop in Pakistan with Lynne Kaye.Pakistan Self Development Workshop

 

Self-Development Worksop poem
Written by Rahma Uneeb, a Self-Development Workshop participant

I'm not used to these boxes, said Lynn. 
But these were gardens where old
patterns were thrown in the bin. 
we took the rusted parts of our selves
and scrubbed them into gold. 
like tiny alchemists swimming
to the shore. and we were trying
to be whole. but we needed first
to convince ourselves that we
were worth loving for our inner core.
with the broken-ness. and the moles.
and there were people that were willing
to hold us with our emotions, to hold
space for us till we reached our goals.
and we learned how not to fall into
the same holes. to recognize them
For what they were before. 
to take on a new road. 
not to be boxed in by our stories. 
to rewrite them. to rewrite the endings and turn them into beginnings. to take the mourning and turn it into growth.

*We boxed in and we boxed out. 
we walked in and we walked out. 
We checked in and we checked out. 
and somewhere in all this we figured
ourselves out.*

and somewhere in the box
we branched out. into deeper roots
within ourselves. or found parts of ourselves in other selves. or parts that we had blocked out. here we had new ego states to look at and chalk out. wrapping our heads around concepts that would sometimes make our minds cloud. but uneasy and uncertain we sat in the rain. and we made ultimately ourselves proud. 
and we cheered ourselves on like a welcoming crowd. 
the rain was here. to shower us. 
after years of confusion and all the droughts.
some of it made sense now. 

There are drama triangles that suck us in, like Bermuda triangles pulling us in. 
There are paradoxes that make us think, like dualities that don't make sense.
There is so much in these spaceships of ours. 
Entire planets that we have fit in. 
And though we may feel misfits,
aliens who don't quite fit. 

One day, we will rise above it. 
Tell people about self-awareness. 
Tell them that self-healing is worth it. 
And they will see us. Rise up from what's hurting.
And they will ask, how did you get here? 
And we will smile. Whisper something about a secret club. 
They will look confused. But we'll say, look. I don't have time for you. 
I am on a journey of a self-development. 
And they'll have no clue. 
Say you talk gibberish but secretly wish they were you. 

*We boxed in and we boxed out. 
we walked in and we walked out. 
We checked in and we checked out. 
and somewhere in all this we figured
ourselves out.*

 

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