Construction Zone – Grief

Doing the hard work lately. Y’know, the dig-deeper stuff that causes a bit of commotion and disruption. The kind of work where you are looking at some of your past experiences in light of your recovered self, and realizing how broken you really are, and feeling the grief right down to your molars. Yup. That’s… Continue reading Construction Zone – Grief

Let’s go camping

I love getting to hear new speakers at a meeting. Someone with a fresh take on the topic of recovery. No matter what their background is, I look for what I can learn from their perspective and insight. Last night, we heard a speaker who, while not in full-time recovery ministry, was still very well… Continue reading Let’s go camping

Friday’s Bridge…

I got up and felt much better.  The sun is shining and I am hoping to hit the gym. I do need to tend to my little plants outside, while the temperatures are still mild enough to keep them above ground. It is a mild autumn for certain. Not really complaining either. Spent time this… Continue reading Friday’s Bridge…

Love is the easy part…

Today the rain held off a bit, and I was able to run about getting some things accomplished. From our earliest beginnings, we are taught to love and trust our families, friends, those who care for us and others that are important in our lives. We are also instructed to respect our elders. Sometimes this… Continue reading Love is the easy part…

Ordinary Thursday

The beauty of the yellow and red leaves in our neighborhood is striking. I imagine the trees do not take precious time to compare themselves to the fir tree, or to the shrub to wonder why they must shed their fine coats for the winter. They just do, and wait for spring to build their… Continue reading Ordinary Thursday

Stop, Drop, and Roll

The rain hit yesterday and the winds started in early this morning. But they are somewhat intermittent, so nothing to get in a panic over. getting in some writing while I am out and about in various places, definitely not in my usual comfy spot on the couch with my feet wedged on the ottoman.… Continue reading Stop, Drop, and Roll