Where I spend my work days
We talk and talk about
trauma looking for a new home
lodging in our souls as we work with children
Hurt
like the evil spirits
cast out by Christ
lodging in the pigs and making them
run into the lake.
I’m not sure
That it isn’t all the same.
Trauma or pleasure
is it someone's first and someone else’s
Vicariously?
Or is it just, is?
Rescued female pit-bull, teeth pulled out for breeding ease, horrifically scarred by fighting.
Written in response to the prompt “vicarious” . See other great poems/writing on this prompt at One Single Impression.
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About Beth Patterson
The Virtual Tea House website became 'word-ripe' when, over a cup of jasmine green, I realized that the web has an expanding part to play in the communal aspects of spiritual growth.
With a master's degree in religion, my career spans 30 years in end of life care and child abuse intervention and advocacy.
Here in beautiful Central Oregon, my spiritual homes of the high desert and the mountains are both in proximity. And for good measure, four hours away is Grandmother Ocean and the stunning Oregon Coast.
I'm making decent progress on the goal set by my mother early on: she taught us that the goal of humanity should be to become ever-more eccentric, i.e. more fully human.
Entering the 'forest-dweller' phase of life, I am honored to host the Virtual Tea House for all who wish to explore how our lives are enriched and made new a thousand times each day by the spirituality we embody. Exploring this engagement together is the purpose of the Virtual Tea House.
Welcome! Let's have a cup of virtual tea together and share what brings us joy, what we are being taught by life, how we are leaning into the Big Questions posed to us each day in sometimes 'distressing disguises'.
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