Web of Life Art Therapy

Name: Web of Life Art Therapy
Address: 6 bellevue park, Dublin, IE
Telephone: +353879310859
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Web of Life is an art therapy service, helping children and adults connect to emotional health through creativity We all have an innate need for connection.
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Web of Life is committed to supporting the holistic growth of our community by offering an Art Therapy service for children and adults who need support to manage a difficulty in their life. Services offered are: 1:1 art therapy for children and adults, outdoor art therapy and art in the wild; and group art therapy sessions. As part of the human race we are lucky to have a big capacity to change a

nd grow. Each of us is a highly valuable, priceless, non repeatable model, with a unique ability to give something precious to the world that only we can. When we know ourselves and our value, we become agents for change in the world, and the benefit of our presence ripples out throughout the community. Art Therapy can enable us to find our own locus of change in our lives. We can use these creative skills everyday in exploring and interacting with our world. We can find creative solutions to challenges we meet, and walk with confidence and pride in ourselves and our ability to be us. Art therapy is a form of psychotherapy that uses art as the main form of communication. As Art therapy is not dependent on spoken words it can be helpful for anyone who finds it hard to express their thoughts and feelings verbally. It can be helpful for very young children, children with communication problems, and children who are speaking in a second language. Children and young people referred for art therapy need not have previous art experience or skill. The art therapist’s role is to facilitate communication of children’s thoughts and feelings through the use of art.

“others see the world as it is and ask why, I see the world as it could be and ask why not?” - George Bernard Shaw, (a well known Irish Art Therapist of the twentieth century). Web of Life aims to support the growth of emotional intelligence and resilience in people so that they can be the best that they can be. Working with both the head and the heart, Web of Life wants to help people grow their connection to themselves, their emotions, and their ability to communicate clearly. When we have healthy connections and are integrated into the web of community, world community and natural community, we can understand that we are inter-connected to our world. We can’t exist without each other! There is a future where we are all better able to adapt with resilience to whatever life throws at us, and to thrive in our world. Together we can make this world a reality, one artwork at a time!

02/02/2024

The Cure

By Albert Huffstickler

We think we get over things.
We don’t get over things.
Or say, we get over the measles
but not a broken heart.
We need to make that distinction.
The things that become part of our experience
never become less a part of our experience.
How can I say it?
The way to “get over” a life is to die.
Short of that, you move with it,
let the pain be pain,
not in the hope that it will vanish
but in the faith that it will fit in,
find its place in the shape of things
and be then not any less pain but true to form.
Because anything natural has an inherent shape
and will flow towards it.
And a life is as natural as a leaf.
That’s what we’re looking for:
not the end of a thing but the shape of it.
Wisdom is seeing the shape of your life
without obliterating (getting over) a single
instant of it.

30/01/2024

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches
And they call again, “It’s simple,”
they say, “and you, too, have come
into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.”

Mary Oliver

29/01/2024

Mimesis

By Fady Joudah

My daughter
wouldn’t hurt a spider
That had nested
Between her bicycle handles
For two weeks
She waited
Until it left of its own accord

If you tear down the web I said
It will simply know
This isn’t a place to call home
And you’d get to go biking

She said that’s how others
Become refugees isn’t it?

08/12/2023

Let the darkness fall around you. Draw it close like a cloak; winter's gift of deep rest. Curl around your centre, retreat inside. Find the peace that dwells inside, underneath everything else.

Photo courtesy of BBC earth

16/05/2023

What’s Broken
Dorianne Laux

The slate black sky. The middle step
of the back porch. And long ago

my mother’s necklace, the beads
rolling north and south. Broken

the rose stem, water into drops, glass
k***s on the bedroom door. Last summer’s

pot of parsley and mint, white roots
shooting like streamers through the cracks.

Years ago the cat’s tail, the bird bath,
the car hood’s rusted latch. Broken

little finger on my right hand at birth—
I was pulled out too fast. What hasn’t

been rent, divided, split? Broken
the days into nights, the night sky

into stars, the stars into patterns
I make up as I trace them

with a broken-off blade
of grass. Possible, unthinkable,

the cricket’s tiny back as I lie
on the lawn in the dark, my heart

a blue cup fallen from someone’s hands.

12/05/2023

The Guest House
Rumi
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

24/04/2023

I WAS AFRAID OF THAT
Neil Meili
My mother was afraid of everything
She may have been afraid of me
even before I was born
I can almost remember
pulling knees and elbows in
so as not to cause her pain
Afraid even in the womb to whisper
anything she didn’t want to hear
That sort of thing stays with you
Perhaps I should be thankful
for the cliffs I didn’t step off of
too brave and blindly in the night
but what about the doors
the doors I didn’t open
into rooms filled with light

20/04/2023

WAR WOUND
Neil Meili
There are the epigeneticists say
memories that haven't gone away
What happened
to your grandma when the troops came by
is still barbed-wire wrapped
around your DNA
Dreams that aren't yours
neurons firing like the war's still on
and mines set off by a word or a touch
So please be gentle with one another
and your mother and your mother's mother

19/04/2023

Lost In the Forest

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

Pablo Neruda

22/03/2023

Ancient Language

By Hannah Stephenson

If you stand at the edge of the forest
and stare into it
every tree at the edge will blow a little extra
oxygen toward you

It has been proven
Leaves have admitted it

The pines I have known
have been especially candid

One said
that all breath in this world
is roped together

that breathing is
the most ancient language

20/03/2023

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,”
they say, “and you, too, have come
into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.”

Mary Oliver

07/12/2022

Finally
Finally on my way to yes
I bump into
All the places Where I said no
To my life.
All the unintended wounds
The red and purple scars
Those hieroglyphs of pain
Carved into my skin and bones,
Those coded messages
That sent me down
The wrong street
Again and again.
Where I find them,
The old wounds
The old misdirections,
And I lift them
One by one
Close to my heart
And I say
Holy
Holy
Holy

Pesha Gerstier

Address

6 Bellevue Park
Dublin

Telephone

+353879310859

Website

http://www.weboflife.ie/

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