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Shifting the focus from trauma to compassion


ACEs Too High

AHerz Dr. Arnd Herz

Dr. Arnd Herz, a self-described champion for ACEs science, would like nothing more than to witness a greater appreciation of how widespread adverse childhood experiences are. Herz, a pediatrician and director of Medi-Cal Strategy for the Greater Southern Alameda Area for Kaiser Permanente Northern California, would also like to encourage more people in health care to engage in a trauma-informed care approach, a change in practice that he says not only benefits patients, but also health care providers and their staff.

“It makes so much sense,” say Herz. “This is why I went into medicine. I don’t want to just click off diagnoses, but create relationships and help people by understanding them better, and trauma-informed care is just a way to bring compassion back into the care that we do.”

For the uninitiated, a trauma-informed approach includes an awareness that adverse childhood experiences (ACEs) are common, knowing…

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Why we like The Galway Review….


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Five poems by Pd Lyons

Pd Lyons work has appeared in many magazine and zines through out the world. two collections of work has been published by Lapwing Belfast. originally from the US has been a resident of Ireland for years now. For more information please visit pdlyons on face book or blog at : https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/

Five poems by Pd Lyons

Anarchist

black beret
rich with pleats n buttons
green down to the floor coat
wait in line for the coffee machine
young women at the nearest table
quartet study group
ponder the ability of children
to reach the alphabet
good crows of the Spanish arch
some crumbs left for the sparrows
through 100% UV protection
waves the open ocean
new world
across the bay
somehow the difference now has come
with out effort
and all those stories never told
up in tobacco
cross the causeway
reach out into the…

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Two poems and three songs for my Father Donald R Lyons Nov 21. 1925 – Jan 26, 2003.


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DAD

The swans out in the field

Their secrets not revealed

Passing into silent flight are they

Perhaps their subtle sigh

Stifles some deeper cry

As they know you’ll be leaving much too soon

Walking down the lane

The filly foals refrain

Their running is the sound of falling rain

Are they restless from the summer?

Or somehow do they know

You’ll not stay to seen them fully grown

By the fairy mounds of old

The pock marked GPO

Cross the Boyne to bang your head on spiral stone

See the wonders down at Fore

And the ancient seat of kings on Tara hill

Now sitting by the fire, music’s playing’ low

Guess I’ll raise a glass or two before I go

Though it’s to an empty chair not your smiling face I stare

(Yet) whenever that door slams I still hope to see you there.

And sitting here I…

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Soon Like Crows poem by pd lyons


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Soon Like Crows

and would I know
the winter
still sliding down
silvering the window
soft whispers
smoke secrets
between
the kitchen fire
and all those winter fires gone before
each ghost arrives upon the gale
welcomed here beside the hearth
each breath of my own
rare and gifted by such drifters
visible in smoke
audible in flame
never alone

 

wrote this the first winter having moved back to Ireland from the states. we were living in Galway a small town called Barna on Galway Bay. Galway Review was kind enough to publish this along with four others. for me the ghosts of Ireland like those of all places are busiest during the winter months.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barna

 

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The Day It Didn’t Snow


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The day It didnt snow


Rita asked me to tell

her about swimming

in the halls

But my mind was on

other things

Crunch the candie

in my mouth

tiny pieces of pain

on my tongue

satining my

mouth in

december12 1973

flavours

so intense i could not tell her anything that mattered

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choice


indeed

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Since death is certain

and the time of death is uncertain

what is the most important thing? – pema chodron from: getting unstuck audio

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Waltzing the Night, by PD Lyons as published by Inquietudes Journal Issue 1: Ardor and Anguish


thank you Inquietudes

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Waltzing the Night

We’d hold ourselves like prayers between each other
bare feet, beating hearts
soft by each breath
full moon kisses
beyond any daylight horizon

it was one o’ clock this morning.
woke up no particular reason
didn’t even need to pee.
kitchen floor so cold I hurt for shoes
stood there adjusting to Frigidaire light
three bottles of beer on the second shelf
opened one by the window
chugged a salute to those long
hard rain halos
this is not the city I used to know with you
maybe I go for another
maybe it’ll help me sleep
probably not
these days once I’m up
even beer can’t touch me

deserted even by the small comfort of your ghost
still I sway as if somehow
we’re dancing

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Learning To Be Friends With The Rain


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c Mogan Lyons 2016 c Mogan Lyons 2016

~

if i put each of these days

end to end

how many times around the world

would they go?

~

no matter what

yes

the only choice

~

living in the peace

so many would die for

i walk the dogs

 old growth

cross clear brooks

splash for drinks

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

sometimes this sense of failure

is all I’ll ever be

sometimes that loneliness

is all I’ll ever see

~

it’s the price for being true

it’s the cost of no surrender

the double helixed blessing

of being me

~

maybe tomorrow

the courage will come

all that ever was –

undone

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Satin Blues


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an elegance of sorrow

nights, no matter how alone

never wishing that they’d end

sometimes the moon

sometimes the stars

sometimes mortality at midnight

halos struck by strange light

rainbowed by the rain

re d Ellington 1956 newport

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Once While I Was Away, by pd lyons


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Once While I Was Away

You might have come
Expecting awkward greeting won by
Philosophic well planned answers to
What you thought my unasked questions were –
Accidental touch
Silent linger hands
Knowing prelude to a kiss
All it would take to un-clench my heart
Inviting you in
So you’d have something to do for the afternoon

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