Stories
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I have a silent, running critic and dictator living inside of me and it is a relentless bully. I don’t think the world will ever recover from the pandemic. It has been easy for me to focus on the single-minded selfishness of human beings; to see how much of life here and now is based…
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I am emotionally and mentally pulled back into the past with Mom. Her pessimism shakes my “little girl” fears wide awake. Hearing her say “I can’t.” Her stubborn refusal to accept help. Her negativity and complaining leaves me gasping for air, like someone is trying to suffocate me. I find myself comparing her to my…
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I have allowed myself to receive a painful truth: I miss my mother. It’s painful. I am mourning the loss of someone who is still alive. A loss of conversation; doing things together and having shared experiences; getting her perspective on things; sharing in her large knowledge of practical living; her delicious cooking; her physical…
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A Higher Power’s presence and power are all around. In everything. When I am choosing to stay in the midst of the battleground, the ego/psyche/mind—whatever I choose to call it—can and does dull my vision; all of my senses… And floods my mind with questions and doubts. “Why is _____ paralyzed, unable to walk or…
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I am of an age where I’m aware … gratefully aware, that I have less road ahead of me than I do behind me. That’s “this life.” That’s my humanity. It’s not an atrocity. A cruel joke or unfair. It simply is. I live in and through an Ultimate Authority in an infinite “universe.” That’s…
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Sometimes, reflection and introspection feel like “work.” Prayer seems difficult … draining. I have an old tape that can play at any time: “Why do I have to work so hard on myself? Other people don’t do any work on themselves! And they benefit from all my hard work!” [kindly hold your laughter!] Many mornings…
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“With a clear sense of purpose, we can set priorities.” The Guiding Principles – The Spirit Of Our Traditions. (NA) Mother’s Day debacle in my personal sphere: I say sphere as it’s not in my world, and when it was attempted to be forced into my world by others, I shut the door on it…
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My resentments are like the lingering smoke from old fires. A woman toiled regularly and willingly to keep her house clean, unburdened of “things” that were no longer useful and sometimes things that others needed. It gave her joy to see the rooms of her home free of dust and clutter. She valued the order…
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Am I loveable? That was a “prompt” given to me by someone I have much respect for. So, off I went with it. My first thoughts were: “Well, let’s see. Who are the people that love me?” Hmmm, is this avenue missing the mark? Why or how am I loveable? Mistakes … setbacks … harm…
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I’m no longer in the business of sending love back with my “revisions.” My “edits.” I pray to accept love unconditionally, as it is given, and to first and foremost recognize and treasure it when it comes. If I reject my Self, how can I pretend to be a source of love to others? For…
Faith & Roses 