Margarita Osadchaya - The Freedom to be Thyself. Poem therapy

Illustrator Margarita Osadchaya

Book cover design Radik Ganiev

Assistant editor Liliya Osadchaya

© Margarita Osadchaya, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0053-2896-0

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Margarita Osadchaya is a psychologist, tales therapist, art therapist, author of 5 books about creativity, travelling and psychology. Choosing between international and interpersonal relationships, she stopped on the second, understanding that everything begins with a person and only than spreads around whole world.

The author uses complex approach as art-therapy, tales therapy, psychology, cognitive imaginative psychotherapy and body processes which allow to interact with a human soul carefully, leading to the subconscious depth accumulating experience. The author created therapeutic poems aimed to deal easily with avoided and unrecognized emotions.

Margarita uncomplicates hard things and conducts psychotherapy for those who are ready to change.

I would like to express my gratitude to everyone involved in the book launch. The process of writing it took almost 5 years, and you were always by my side – my beloved and dear relatives and friends!

Tatyana Mikhailovna Grabenko, thank you for the contribution to my tales therapy education and guidance in the process of creating fairy-tale stories. I remember how I brought you my poem at one of the training modules, after a two-minute conversation I realized that I was on the right track.

Leonid Zolnikov, I express my gratitude to you for the editorial staff and for the fact that you are always on my side of creativity, although you criticize. Thanks to you, I got to know so many new authors and realized that I am not alone.

I thank my faithful friends and girlfriends, my regular readers and listeners for your patience, presence, for confirming the clarity and correctness of this sometimes ambiguous path.

Thank you, Mom, for day and night adjustments, revisions and new meanings in my work. Dad, thank you for your humor and the confidence in my success. Thank you, godmother, for the emotional feedback, for the positive sides, which you can see even where I cannot.

I thank God and all the angelic council for round-the-clock support and direction. Without my and your faith in co-creation, only “wet asphalt” would have turned out.

Thanks to my mentors and therapists who believe in me and push me to discover my talents, not bury them.

I wanted to write briefly: “I thank my husband and my children. Thanks to you, this book came out 5 years later”(ha-ha), but it was your support, Denis, Taisia and Svyatoslav, and the shared experience that helped me to complete this painstaking work. You are my stars. Denis, thanks for preparing for everything. I’m not afraid of anything anymore!

Thanks to me for the freedom to be myself.

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

The autumn blues are crying quietly, because angels do not want to let them in. They’re drinking greedily sea buckthorn tea, talking about goals, writing new plans and believe that it’ll definitely come true. Their wish will come true. The rain is singing its song, the wind is blowing in their faces, the sun is shining a little brighter than usual from behind the grey clouds.

They know that everything has its time. And they’re meeting autumn in a special way, gathering a harvest of fulfilled dreams, right steps and necessary meetings. Sometimes it seems that they have wings, they seem to float, but they always return to the ground. Their path is not the best, just different. They know themselves, hear the inner voice clearly and trust themselves, the world, the space.

Life is unpredictable and amazing, desirable and pure. Each their step makes sense. They don’t want to live differently. They know that a fresh look at things helps to get out of old frames and feel freedom in a new way.

They live among us, someone calls them angels, someone is conscious, someone avoids or criticizes them. But angels just live. They live easily and playfully with an open heart. What if you are one of them?