A carpet of leaves layers this way and that, imprinting one upon
another, upon another, trailing back to the trunk of the tree, a reminder of
where they came from, the origin of their beginning.
This blog is about my journey from doggedly pursuing the end of a day, to living a wide awake life while writing a book. And really what's the difference? Life is an impression that one experiences and a book is an expression of experiences. This is a compilation of lessons from gurus and the realization that I'm not just a bunch of atoms stumbling a path, but an orchestrated bit of consciousness dancing a simply beautiful dance...naked with everyone watching.
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Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Bread Crumbs.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
The Bear Trap.
Babies and animals have similar characteristics. They eat if
hungry, roar when angry, and hide if frightened. It is instinctual to burrow
into a corner and play dead when under threat, the action further verified if
it works—the attacker leaves or is unable to do further harm. A baby, just like
a prey animal, will carry these types of instructional memories with them as
they age, running from predators, hiding when possible, fighting if necessary,
and burning the experiences into the reptilian part of the brain to further
enhance survival skills. By the time the baby becomes a teenager and morphs
into an adult, this is no longer theory, but a hardwired truth. A + B = C. More
easily grasped minus the algebra; if a bear trap snaps on the neck of a young
girl and it finally releases after decades of existence, there is no understanding
of being set free. The sharp talons of the mechanism feel embedded even when
they are gone, nerve endings still sense danger and pain, terror coiled into a
corner under a bed in the dead of night for eternity.
A bear trap is used for hunting a prey animal, not to kill but
to maim. The reason being that if a trapped animal dies too soon, the body will
decompose and the meat will be useless. Similarly, an abuser ensnares a child
and sets them up for repeat offenses. It is a bear trap snapping around a child’s
neck, the pronged collar keeping them pinned for future use.
Fingering the
throat, an ache of decades of restriction is sensed from distant and unfamiliar
places. We are still for a very long time, waiting for the sound of the snap to
stop echoing in the wind.
Labels:
abuse,
child abuse,
EMDR,
healing,
PTSD,
trauma recovery
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Be Wild
The heart of a young girl, one on the brink of flying is a wild thing, a frothy cyclone swirling on the edge of magnificence, her power un-leashed and un-contained. There is joy, rage, despair, exuberance; along with non-conflicted choice. Tastes are claimed and tossed with equal abandon for reasons that make sense to no one but the cyclone. If a bear trap snaps on the neck of this wild thing, it will thrash until the connection between mind and heart is severed, leaving emotional knowing impossible.
An ancient bear trap springs open in the Great Sea of Nothing, rust flakes lay scattered across a gaping wound, as nerve endings stutter-flutter for reattachment. The wild thing does not move, unsure if the hunter is nearby or can sense motion. Inside, her cyclone is restrained, having been pinned for a very long time. The young girl hears two words through the ocean sound of nothing.
Be wild.
Labels:
childhood trauma,
EMDR,
parenting,
PTSD,
raising teens,
teenage years,
trauma,
trauma recovery
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Scribbles.
The brain of a newborn is an empty beach devoid of shells, seaweed, or plastic bottles; the sand pristine, no random etchings of screw you violence, nothing to lay claim to childlike wonder. It is the overseers, those tasked with socializing a child, teaching them red means stop and green means go that first and most significantly carve emblems into a blank surface. The privilege of mentoring a new human should have the same cautionary care necessary as artists carving the statue of David or painting the Mona Lisa, but often instead it is handled with the unthinking application of a weed-wacker and a jackhammer.
Labels:
awareness,
child abuse,
childhood trauma,
EMDR,
healing,
parenting,
PTSD,
trauma
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