That left me trying to piece together and scout around at what was left over, the foundational pieces of who I am. I found the pieces that I could change, that didn't hold weight any longer, and those that never did.
What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
"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."
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 →
I am pretty sure others have their point of the year. That time when the epitome's of life desire a turn in the path, a jog in another direction. The existential nature, and nurture takes hold of long term visions, shorter term goals, and life's eventualities... If it doesn't work, try something else. Historically these... Continue Reading →
There will always be something else, some part of life that will stay husked up at the bottom of our pans. If we had the cognizance to pop it all, we would go poof and become ascended beings.
A multi-faceted application of sticking your fingers in your ears and humming a tune. Sometimes you realize you are doing it, and sometimes... Not so much.
Those people I knew for a minute shaped more than I realize, and the ones I have known for years, less than I would readily admit.
The headlines and deadlines that run nonstop through our collective notions. What we create with what we have is also what we destroy, because and with, the same factors.
Photo by Markus Spiske temporausch.com from Pexels Recovery and INFJ Personalities "You're just giving things too much credence." My brother said astutely. The subject was recovery, and in specific, why the fellowship aspect of the program doesn't really work for me. With over twenty years, he was going to fill me in on his wisdom. With all of... Continue Reading →
Just a little ditty for a friends 28th sober anniversary. A grateful head is bowed tonight, Awash in love, and points of light. The strength and hope, and answered prayers, The grace and joy, and friendships shared. Has brought me to a peace in life, Serenity through the darkest plight. I share this... Continue Reading →