Stories
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Hello March! The sun streaming in my kitchen window is fierce. The warmth I feel is a beautiful thing. Thinking about how I get to help some women in Recovery…it’s a real privilege, and I have been developing patience with them as with Self in the process. I can move away from frustration towards compassion…
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I spent the day (a good one) with Mom yesterday. Watching her nod on and off. I meditated on Marjorie’s words, “Mom is living between two worlds.” And I had a peace inside that felt new. It felt strong. I saw it for myself. I was able, in that moment, to accept it as reality.…
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I have been reminded [often] lately that I need help. Help only a Power greater than myself can provide. When I resist asking; when I choose to ruminate, and go on and on about what I see or what I think I see–what I think I know or don’t know–no goodness can get through. There…
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My eating habits have deteriorated.My eating habits have deteriorated.My eating habits have deteriorated.Slowly over time…slowly over time.Slowly over time…slowly over time.Slowly over time…slowly over time.I want to turn this around.I want to turn this around.I want to turn this around.I can choose better.I can choose better.I can choose better.Just for today, I will make good…
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When I cannot or will not extend grace to others, then I know I am refusing the grace my God has for me. God as I understand God to be gives abundantly, to overflowing. And that grace changes me. By its very nature, it flows over to my brothers and sisters with no holds barred.…
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I let the texts roll in yesterday and turned my phone off. It was less stressful and freed me from inevitable compulsivity. Spent the last two days with Mom (and that made it the last two weekends with Mom.) Mom’s CNA has grown somewhat complacent. In all fairness, I don’t believe there’s much incentive in…
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No matter the circumstances, settling in after traveling can be rough. It’s been a somewhat stressful two weeks for Mom; for me. The health system is in the toilet by and large, and home health is no exception. The devil is in the details, and try as I may to manage a schedule for the…
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There are gifts in adversity. Being further drawn into recognition and acceptance of my complete dependence on God, as I understand God to be. It is a gift of powerlessness to choose to come back to the source again, and again and again. It is a gift of adversity to have the freedom to choose…
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Mom continues to decline. It’s possible the much need respite I was blessed with was also to strengthen me for the “next phase.” Shaking hands. Diminishing appetite. Increasing withdrawal into… self? A cocoon of isolation. Decreased ability to understand verbal cues… instruction. Worsening depression. Mom is growing more tired of her physical limits and pains.…
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Underground Recovery Group of NA Warm NA welcome. A 30 year coin at the ready! A message of hope and a promise of freedom. Amazing.
Faith & Roses 