Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.
It is an extended loss, a wealth of the unknown, and often the inability to find closure or completion to everyday tasks.
Conflict in all its forms has been in my thoughts these last few months. Brought forth not only from the ravages of a world out of tilt, but also by the inside ones that hide amongst everyday actions and thoughts.
There is no end that justifies this means. There is not a rational, and thoughtful way forward that incorporates this snapshot of loss, anger, and frustration we have today.
Modern communications biblical lesson No, I don't like using religious imagery as I try to convey my stories. Yet, the very communication itself is perfectly associated with that piece from Sunday school readings, and billowing Preachers aiming at keeping the messaging on point. Genesis 11:1-9 tells us the story occuring in the land of Shinar... Continue Reading →
Working on accepting the hard to accept The warm air felt almost otherworldly as I took my bike on a long overdue ride. I had to get out of the house, there was nothing wrong other than the confinement of the last few months. The clearing of the mind was almost an emergency order as... Continue Reading →
Writing was always a form of therapy, typing the thoughts out often makes things clearer, I see where my mistakes were made, or where the juxtaposition of my thinking took a header off the cliff.
"but those 12 suggestions I followed on the walls of the rooms of AA have left me more capable than ever before to deal with this pandemic."
Awaken by a purpose greater than the contrived, partisan, and hateful rhetoric that once surrounded us.
So, with twenty drafts of the same story piling up, it is clear that that piece of the puzzle is just going to have to come into focus in a different manner. The size of the thoughts too large to fit through the doorway of a single post.
Fear is an awfully big wig, hard to manage, and usually leaves us looking more unkempt than we recognize.
The rush to normalcy in a reactionary world Having been a casualty to the cultural, and genetic entrapment of addictions, it is not surprising that the headlines some would pass by, catch my eye these days. It is similar to the HAM radio licence plates, when I knew what they signified, I saw more and... Continue Reading →