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Focail do a Chara

Dr. Christine Salkin Davis

poet, artist, spiritual guide,

end of life doula


Focail do a Chara is Gaelic for "Words for a Friend"

I am an academic, poet, artist, spiritual guide, and end of life doula. I practice contemplative and arts-based methods to understand the deeper meaning in wellness and illness, life and death.  I offer individual, family, and group spiritual direction, and spiritual retreats, for people at the end of life and their family members, and for people dealing with issues related to dying, aging, grieving, disability, and loss.

I also offer spiritual direction services for healthcare and religious professionals.


I am open and respectful to people of all religions (or no religion), races, ethnicities, and sexualities.

 

Books

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End of Life Communication: Stories from the Dead Zone (Christine Salkin Davis and Jonathan L. Crane)

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Talking Through Death: Communication About Death in Interpersonal, Mediated, and Cultural Contexts (Christine Salkin Davis and Deborah C. Breede)

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Communicating Hope: An Ethnography of a Children's Mental Healthcare Team (Christine Salkin Davis)

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Focus Groups: Applying Communication Theory through Design, Facilitation, and Analysis (Christine Salkin Davis)

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Conversations about Qualitative Communication Research: Behind the Scenes with Leading Scholars (Christine Salkin Davis)

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Death: The Beginning of a Relationship (Christine Salkin Davis)

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Straight Talk About Communication Research Methods (Christine Salkin Davis, Ken Lachlan)

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Workbook to Accompany Straight Talk about Communication Research Methods (Christine Salkin Davis, Sayde Brais, Brandy Stamper

 

Hunters and Hunted
April 05, 2019
(Upon visiting Montgomery, Alabama's Legacy Museum; National Memorial for Peace and Justice; Civil Rights Memorial and Center)

I am among the daughters of fate; hunters and hunted.
The sins of our fathers' bodies lay the shame in ours.
Ghostly voices, hard to hear, but listen.
Born, bound, and died in the shackles of hate.

The numbers speak: Twelve million kidnapped.
You feel it in your body; in the knot in the pit of your stomach and the breath that struggles to escape from your throat.
What would you do if they came for you? What would you do? You.
Whites only!
        Whites only!
                Whites only!
                        Whites only!
                               Whites only!
                                        Whites only!
                                                Whites.

The numbers speak: twenty-four thousand enslaved.
Waiting for God bravely.
Cruelty, depraved.
A people shaped by slavery. We are all shaped by slavery. 

The sins of our fathers' bodies lay the shame in ours.
Living at the edge; emotional whiplash and nowhere to purge my pain.
Born, bound, and died in the shackles of hate.
I dreamed I was stripped bare and shackled by shame.

You feel it in your body; in the knot in the pit of your stomach and the breath that struggles to escape from your throat.
The numbers speak: 30 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.
Whites only!
        Whites only!
                Whites only!
                        Whites only!
                               Whites only!
                                        Whites only!
                                                Whites.
Collecting soil from lynching sites. From dust we came, to dust we will all return.

Waiting for God bravely.
I hear my daughter but I can't find her. I can't find her.
A people shaped by slavery. We are all shaped by slavery.
Have you seen our mother? Mother?

Living at the edge; emotional whiplash and nowhere to purge my pain.
Waiting waiting waiting for the day of God's retribution. Waiting still.
I dreamed I was stripped bare and shackled by shame.
Is anyone ever free from the river of blood?

The numbers speak: 30 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.
Coffins crying tears of blood.
Collecting soil from lynching sites. From dust we came, to dust we will all return.
Lined up and hanging. Say their names.

I hear my daughter but I can't find her. I can't find her.
Cruelty, depraved.
Have you seen our mother? Mother?
The numbers speak: twenty-four thousand enslaved. 

Waiting waiting waiting for the day of God's retribution. Waiting still.
Ghostly voices, hard to hear, but listen.
Is anyone ever free from the river of blood?
I am among the daughters of fate; hunters and hunted.

Coffins crying tears of blood.
What would you do if they came for you? What would you do? You.
Lined up and hanging. Say their names.
The numbers speak: Twelve million kidnapped.

The numbers speak: Twenty-four thousand enslaved.
You feel it in your body; in the knot in the pit of your stomach and the breath that struggles to escape from your throat.
Waiting for God bravely.
The numbers speak: 30 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.

I hear my daughter but I can't find her. I can't find her.
Waiting waiting waiting for the day of God's retribution. Waiting still.
Ghostly voices, hard to hear, but listen.
Is anyone ever free from the river of blood?

I am among the daughters of fate; hunters and hunted.
Coffins crying tears of blood.

Christine Salkin Davis

 

Upcoming Events

  • Nov 16, 2019, 8:00 AM – 12:00 PM
    Baltimore, Convention Center, Baltimore, MD, USA
  • Nov 14, 2019, 12:30 PM – 3:15 PM
    Convention Center, Baltimore, MD 21201, USA
    National Communication Association
 

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