In this episode, Sonia Iris Lozada shares her poem Doorway, a reflection on thresholds—those moments in life where we stand between what has been and what is yet to come. With her signature blend of poetry and conversation, Sonia invites listeners to consider the spaces we step into and the ones we leave behind.

The doorway serves as a metaphor for transition—whether grief, growth, or new beginnings. The stillness before stepping through is just as meaningful as the act of moving forward. Every doorway asks us to choose: to stay in the known, or to enter the unknown. Sonia connects the poem to her own experiences of grief, transformation, and creativity.

Doorways exist in many forms: relationships, careers, health, and inner growth. It’s okay to pause at a threshold—reflection is part of the journey. Crossing through is an act of courage, even when the next room is uncertain. Poetry can help us reframe transition not as loss, but as opportunity for expansion.

Reflection questions for listeners:

1. What doorway are you standing in front of right now in your life?

2. What feelings arise when you imagine stepping through it?

3. What do you want to leave behind on the threshold?

4. What do you hope to find on the other side?

If Sonia’s words resonated with you, share this episode with someone who may be at their own threshold. Subscribe to Poetic Resurrection for more reflections and poetry on navigating life’s transitions.

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In this episode of *Poetic Resurrection*, Sonia Iris Lozada shares her poem *Insensible*, written during a time of overwhelming grief. The poem explores the raw emotions that often accompany loss: frustration, anger, exhaustion, and numbness. Rather than offering a neat resolution, Sonia reflects on how grief sometimes manifests as emotional overload and the inability to feel at all.

- Grief is not always tears—it can manifest as frustration, irritability, or numbness.

- Emotional overload often leads to temporary emotional shutdown, a natural coping mechanism.

- Healing does not follow a timetable and can include moments of silence, anger, and detachment.

- Allowing grief to unfold without forcing clarity is itself an act of healing.

- “Don’t ask me for anything / I’m exhausted by existence.”

- “I don’t have the patience to think / to write / to be.”

- “Just emotionlessness, yet full of emotion / Emotional overload / insensible.”

Sonia reflects on her own experiences with grief, sharing how periods of numbness and irritability were not signs of failure, but part of the grieving process itself. By embracing these feelings without judgment, healing gradually unfolded. The episode encourages listeners to accept their emotional states, even when they feel contradictory or uncomfortable.

Listeners are invited to reflect on their own relationship with grief and to give themselves permission to feel—or not feel—without expectation. The reminder is simple: grief is not something to control, but something to witness and live through. Healing comes with time, compassion, and patience.

Episode closes with an offering: a reminder that numbness, rage, and silence are all part of healing. Sonia leaves listeners with the gentle affirmation that if all you can do today is breathe—that is enough.

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Welcome to another episode of the Poetic Resurrection Podcast. This episode is in memory of my father, Francisco Lozada, who passed away on Father’s Day, June 15, 2025. During his memorial, I read a tribute to him and, in a rather unusual moment, I sought guidance from my higher self. The response came to me as a poem/letter.

This episode is dedicated to everyone who has lost a loved one. My dad was the last of his generation, and his absence will be deeply felt. Sending love to my dad and to everyone out there who is grieving. Blessings.

Final Tribute: “Today My Dad Took His Last Breath”

In loving memory of my father

Today, my dad took his last breath— a long gasp followed by the slow, steady beats of his heart.

Beats that continued even after he had said farewell to life.

Farewell to family. Farewell to his independence. Farewell to the walls of his home.

My sister was there— a witness to his final breath. I’m grateful he didn’t leave this world alone.

She held his hand as he whispered goodbye to this earthly plane— his hurt, his love, his joy, his pain.

I said goodbye and told him I loved him over video—

Afraid I might arrive too late to hold his hand while the rhythm of life still echoed in his pulse.

I arrived ten minutes after he passed.

Ten minutes— a breath, a blink, a lifetime.

Still, I am grateful.

Grateful for the time we shared. Grateful for the grace of presence. Grateful that he was my father.

And I, his daughter.

Song by Gotama - Forgiveness