Breathworks Poetry Fest '23

     In August of 2023 I was invited to be one of the contributing authors of a Poetry Anthology by the Breathworks Community of Practice in the UK. This is a Mindfulness Based community founded by Vidyamala Burch, OBE and fortified by a community of individuals practicing Mindfulness and providing safe spaces for each other through the sharing of poetry, experiences and participating together in Mindfulness sessions and programs.

    Poetry Fest '23 was originally an online Poetry Reading Fundraising event held in July whose participants included community members who live with pain and illness and the poetry revolved around how they have dealt with pain and illness every day and rose above it with strength and courage. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to join the event, but they invited me nonetheless to contribute to the collection. On December 8, 2023, the book was finally published. And I couldn't be more filled with joy and humbled by the honor and privilege of being able to share 2 of my own poems in this beautiful anthology.

    Poetry is a powerful vessel of healing. Sharing our very human experiences with each other in loving kindness and holding space for one another, all the more.

    I hope you consider getting a copy. All proceeds go towards Breathworks charitable aims, enabling Mindfulness and Compassion to be available to anyone who needs it all around the world.





Breathworks Poetry Fest '23

A collection of poems from the Breathworks Mindfulness for Pain and Illness group.
Edited by Katie Forster
Cover design or artwork by: Sarah Brooker
Introduction by: Vidyamala Burch
Cover design or artwork by: Bridget Fitzpatrick
By (author): Poetryfest Contributors

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