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Hi all,

If you’ve ever gone to our annual conference, you will have met and been heartened by the generous positive spirit of Mike Skinner. Mike has been supporting our Open Mic sessions from the very beginning. He has performed at several concerts there and been a former keynoter and regular presenter. If you don’t know Mike, he is a national treasure…a courageous leader, writer and spokesperson for people who experienced terrible childhood trauma and a gifted singer/songwriter. And the logical person to ask to join us and to perform at the Washington DC Dignity Days several years ago.

Mike founded Surviving Spirit “to promote Hope, Healing and Help for those impacted by trauma, abuse or mental health concerns through the use of the creative arts, a speakers’ bureau, newsletter, website, brochure, retail gallery, coffeehouse, media center and more.”

He has long published a regular Surviving Spirit Newsletter and encouraged us to see the new issues cover article…..about our conference and what it and we mean to him and folks across the country. Take a look. Mike’ll be leading Open Mic again this year during our September 23 and 28 evening programs.

The ���������� Conference begins next week on September 21! Please see attached program and use the link to register!

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The Surviving Spirit Newsletter September 2021

Hi Folks,

Twenty years ago today at this time of the morning I was getting ready to leave for Ellenville, ���������� to perform and speak at the Annual ���������� Association of Psychiatric Rehabilitation Services, Inc. [����������] Conference. I was conducting my last minute routine of checking my two guitar cases- making sure that each one had plenty of guitar picks/tuners/strings, cleaning cloths and spare batteries for the tuners and guitar electronics. I had already conducted this checklist the night before and earlier in the morning, but now it was time to leave and one last “Idiot check” as it was affectionately called in my days as a drummer in a performing rock band. Professional musicians were well aware of the many times a band or a musician had forgotten to bring or left behind at a gig-their snare drum, mixing sound board, guitars, power amplifiers, drum sticks, guitar picks, etc. I left nothing to chance-I had a typed up Checklist on a clipboard to review as well as having checklists in my two guitar cases, gig bags and in the cable crates…hmnn, some might think that is a bit obsessive and overly cautious–but one cannot perform if you are missing part of your equipment.

Just as I was closing the guitar cases, my phone rang. My neighbor’s voice was quite excited and it was difficult to understand what she was saying to me, but I did hear “turn on the TV.” I did and there it was-the smoldering World Trade Tower and soon the second plane hit…

Surreal sounds cliched, but that was what I felt in seeing this take place. And a lot of confusion-what was going to happen to the conference? The news reporters were talking of bridges and highways being shut down and my journey was to take place along the Massachusetts Turnpike into ���������� state towards the Catskills.

I know I tried calling the folks at ���������� and the hotel itself, but I was not getting through to anyone. And then the professional musician part of me kicked into gear and knew that “The show must go on.” I decided that I would travel there and hope for the best-if the conference had been canceled at least I tried to get there. Then the logistics of how to get there-I knew that the planned highway route was not a good choice.

Fortunately I had the experience of performing throughout New England and ���������� in my drumming days in the 70’s and early 80’s. There were many gigs along the Vermont-���������� border and Massachusetts-���������� border and I knew of several border crossings via the back roads. So armed with my maps I sent out on the great adventure to Ellenville, NY. From Manchester, NH, I traveled to Keene, NH to Bennington, VT and then towards Troy/Latham NY via Rt. 7.

Most of my remembrances from the long drive to Ellenville are tucked away in the recesses of my brain-but I do recall the feelings of “What the hell has happened? and What else is going to happen?” My stops along the way for gas, bathroom breaks, and to stretch are memorable-the openness and concern from fellow travelers-strangers engaging in dialog of care and confusion. Despite the tragedy- walls of separation and silence between one another came down.   I also had lots of time to reflect upon the times I stayed at the Vista Hotel that was tucked between the Twin Towers when I was in the business end of music and the simple act of staring up at them left me awe-struck. and now they along with the hotel were gone.

I arrived six–seven hours later and felt great relief to see that the conference was still taking place- despite the fact that many of the presenters were stuck at an airport and many attendees were unable to get out of ���������� City or Long Island. Again the memory banks are a bit fuzzy, but I do believe about five hundred folks were able to get there.

Here again was magic taking place-everyone stepping-up to help out-filling the slots where presenters were missing, helping out with all of the needs of putting on a conference now short-staffed, etc         and throughout it all, the never ending conversations and questions of “What just happened and what is going to happen?”

I had been hired to perform and speak about my healing journey for this event-now I was honored to be asked to help run the Open Mic nights and be a part of several workshop presentations due to the shortage of speakers because of the grounded flights and closed off bridges.

Prior to my trip to ���������� I had shared with some fellow advocates in New Hampshire of presenting at the ���������� Conference – one of whom said, “Now you’ll get to see some real advocacy in action.” Truth be told, I’ve seen great advocacy by so many all across this country and elsewhere-but there was a true passion and commitment coming from the folks of ���������� and all of those in attendance.

Now here it is twenty years later and I am forever humble and and grateful to still be a part of the ���������� family when they hold their annual conference-it is indeed my longest running gig hosting the Open Mic Nights and so darn thankful. A twenty year gig is a rare event for any musician and speaker. I’ve also had the good fortune to present and co-present workshops on healing trauma, and trauma informed peer support over the years. I have given to this event, but have gained back so much more from all that I have learned and witnessed by my presence at these forums.

For me, it is about a community, it is a gathering of the tribes, the many who are downtrodden, maligned, blamed, shamed and shunned and yet here in these conference halls are the constant reminders and examples of Hope, Healing, Kindness, Advocacy and Caring taking place. For me it is going back to the high school or the family reunion that one wants to be a part of. My advocacy and trauma-informed knowledge is always strengthened when I am at the ���������� Conference- I listen, I learn and I listen to learn.

A shout out of Thank You! to all at ���������� and everyone I have met over the past twenty years at these healing conventions of the tribes.