he invites the audience to standup. Goes back to his computer, puts a techno song, and starts dancing to it as the audience applauds and dances with him. What an animated speech, says Sammy to Lorena who was dancing next to him. We all know John, she answered, and this is why he’s such and inspiring colleague. I will never forget this moment he’s making me live in the midst of all what’s going on in my life and in the world right now. Gloriana Bartoli, American Psychoanalytic Association (APsA) Member and Director of Training of the New Zealand Institute of Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy (NZIPP) Just as he was about to address the assembled guests, he lost his voice. Looking up, looking down, searching here, searching there. “Where are you? Where have you gone? Or, I shall say: where are you hiding? Come on, let’s stop this hide and seek game”, I thought. A rattle came from within, so loud and potent, but nothing came out. I was reminded of animal species that don’t need to talk with their voice, like fireflies flashing in the night. Here I was, about to deliver an important speech and yet unable to do it in a conventional way. “Let’s dance, then”, I thought, moving my body gently and inviting others to follow, just to break the ice. A gentle move, easy for everyone, and slowly, one by one, the guests began to dance, each in their own way. I forgot about my voice, there was no need for it, not now at least! I found myself looking at my feet, at someone else’s eyes, at the room around us, simply feeling my body move. And as I was moving, I started to sing like a free bird, amazed by the sound of my voice returning and flowing out of my mouth. Inbar Palmor, PCC- Psychoanalytic Center of California As he was about to address the assembled guests he couldn’t find his voice anymore. I looked out into the vast Savannah spread before me , I was blinded by the heavy burdening of the lights, The crowd had transformed, it did not resemble anything vaguely familiar, All was blurred, no clear lines colors or images. It was endless, threatening to swallow me and take me under. Everything that I had prepared for, years and years of…All lost meaning. As if in one moment, I had reached a tipping point where all was futile. Blinded by the lights, there came a moment of clarity, I lost my voice, realizing I had not been alive.
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