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Two Dimensional Grief by Rebekah Vickery

Episode Summary

Rebekah's interest and work in relational trauma and theology drew her to The Seattle School, where she is currently working towards her MA in Counseling Psychology as well as serving as Event Coordinator at The Allender Center. Originally from the snowy mountains of New Hampshire and the red-clay hills of Virginia, she is learning to call the PNW home.

Episode Notes

No Words by Rebekah Vickery

by Rebekah Vickery (trauma practitioner, writer, friend)

I love words
I have none
Tell me, 
How do you create without a brush?
I live, do I? 
I’m real, am I?
I’m living in a middle space 
There are words, drinks, business, and laughs 
But also I’m alone 
Do mirror neurons work when my screen is already flipping the sides of our faces?
I look left, but you see me look right 
I hear words but your mouth has already been moving 
I think I see a tear
But maybe, it’s just dust 
Dust on the screen 
I breathe in, 1 2 3 4
So sad, how this act is now tinged with a bit of fear 
Breathe out, 1 2 3 4 
I have no words 
But old songs slip through the edges of my memory and my fingers remember them on the piano keys 
This is the air I breathe 
This is the air breathe 
Your holy presence living in me 
Where is your presence in the time of digital space? 
I have no words 
But sometimes, old verses slip through the edges of my memory and I cry 
We see through a glass dimly
How does Zoom feel so much like an encounter with you? 
This middle space. 
Here and not. 
I have no words, but sometimes 
I do

Posted:  https://www.daniellescastillejo.com/blog/no-words