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Into The Basement
A door opens, and footsteps descend wooden steps. The beginning of a lifelong pursuit to be Heard, Seen, and Acknowledged as the child who followed the Adult into the Basement.
And much later, when I married, there was a Basement, same configuration, the door opening off the kitchen. The creaking wooden steps. No longer a child, but still a child, descending into ShadowyPresence where TrappedSpirit waits for Release.
One of the characters in the Championship Trilogy Project I am working on is a BUDS washout due to a log-and-leg collision. He becomes entranced by FLASH Theme Park’s approach to Trauma ShakeOut and finds a place bridging the gap between perceiving feelings as a weakness and as an InnerRealm Portal Release.
As one of the ProjectTeam Members, I look for guidance on what is expected of my SkillSet. My age could be a wisdom factor, so I SlowDown to PastListen, and discover immense CoverUp HoldingPatterns yet noted. I feel the age-old sludgy resistance to acknowledging yet another dismal layer.
SitStill&Listen with palms on thighs, scanning my EnergeticCircuit, Soles to Hands to Earth, a MIR type drill, where stillness is paramount, even when feeling claustrophobic like descending basement stairs.
