Kathleen
10-12-2009, 06:46 PM
A REALLY good book on survivors of trauma and how they heal by Belleruth Naparstek. I came across this book last week at the Hospital Community Resource Center and I have been paging through it. As a registered nurse and a survivor of violence I can already tell it is a great book. Belleruth is a compassionate therapist and an authority on the role of imagery in health. Her new book on PTSD combines her therapeutic work with the latest brain research on how to heal from trauma. I will be taking time away from posting to study this book. I will share a poem on page 120 that speaks to my heart.
JOURNEY HOME
I've journeyed far upon this earth,
What places I have been.
I've traveled down this earthly road,
Time and time again.
Crossed deserts, barren , without hope,
Through quicksand, hot with shame,
Traveled into caves of fear,
Through hatred's burning flame.
Climbed up karmic mountains,
Felt rage's lava flow,
Crawled into caves of solitude,
With nowhere else to go.
Swam in silver pools,
Where ripples touched my soul,
And voices of my spirit, cried,
"I long to make you whole."
Put down age-old burdens,
Stood on mountain high,
Heart open, vulnerable,
My spirit dared to fly.
Journey's now on different course,
Divinely led, by Grace,
Spirit dancing joyfully,
Warm sunlight on my face.
Ah, journey ,how I thank you,
For my soul has always known,
That the traveling would one day bring,
The joy of coming Home.
By Lynne Newman
Childhood abuse survivor and counselor
JOURNEY HOME
I've journeyed far upon this earth,
What places I have been.
I've traveled down this earthly road,
Time and time again.
Crossed deserts, barren , without hope,
Through quicksand, hot with shame,
Traveled into caves of fear,
Through hatred's burning flame.
Climbed up karmic mountains,
Felt rage's lava flow,
Crawled into caves of solitude,
With nowhere else to go.
Swam in silver pools,
Where ripples touched my soul,
And voices of my spirit, cried,
"I long to make you whole."
Put down age-old burdens,
Stood on mountain high,
Heart open, vulnerable,
My spirit dared to fly.
Journey's now on different course,
Divinely led, by Grace,
Spirit dancing joyfully,
Warm sunlight on my face.
Ah, journey ,how I thank you,
For my soul has always known,
That the traveling would one day bring,
The joy of coming Home.
By Lynne Newman
Childhood abuse survivor and counselor