Читать книгу The Freedom to be Thyself. Poem therapy - Маргарита Осадчая - Страница 4

So many words have been said, deeds done, that it is scary to start something of your own. So it was a thought earlier. What if my words do not touch the strings of souls? What if they would? Thousands of words and confirmations, tears of sadness and joy after reading or listening to these verses instilled in me faith and hope that verbal work is useful, that the word can kill and resurrect. And what is more beautiful than creating something new like new feelings, words, movements and human growth? Your every smile or deep breath after reading, each of yours: “how you were on time, how accurately you conveyed my thoughts” – is beautiful and priceless.

Consciously I started writing therapeutic poems in 2013, before that, from the age of 14 there were funny attempts at writing, alas, not saved. Only in snatches it remained in my head: “I am walking along the road, damp and wet asphalt; I am sitting on the quiet balcony, enjoying the dream, oh soon a young holiday will come to us, oh soon the new year will come”. In 2013, I learned to connect to the information field, no matter how strange it sounds. Words began to come, connecting with rhyme, stanzas, and the main flow began in 2016. Every day I asked angels to help me write and new creations were born.

Of course, you can note the difference in my development inside and out during the book, and I would really like you, my friend, to go your way inside of this book and reveal new parts of yourself. I do not pretend to be the truth of the first instance, each has his own truth. Just feel and then reveal yourself. And I am sure that you will understand: much more is available to you than you have imagined … You can read the poems in order or, having tuned in, choose the page that can metaphorically help you and give an answer to your current situation. Feel yourself. Pay attention to what is happening inside. Let changes come into your space. Give yourself a place to healing.

So, my friend, you are holding my and Space’s creation for the soul. Let love be reborn in your wide heart, let the eye rejoice the beauty around, let happiness not keep waiting and sing about peace and love, and your dignity to live here and now, to believe and be yourself.

Good luck!

With love and tenderness,

Margarita