Hope
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I’m so very tired this morning. I could go lay down and fall right to sleep. It’s a beautiful morning… and it’s also almost the end of August. Remember: I cannot experience what has not happened yet. Today I will go to Mom’s and sit with her through to evening. We will watch one of…
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Brief musing: Fantasy: living in the past’s first cousin. Another way to medicate my feelings. I filled in for Mom’s aid yesterday. I am always appreciative of what these aids do. It was “okay,” and I did what I needed to do. Mom is failing more. Sleeping a lot – quietly tapping out on and…
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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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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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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.
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Just For Today I am safe. I am sitting quietly in Tim and Casey-Lee’s house in Haiku on Maui. It has been raining all day. Comfortable temps and steady humidity. [My hair died days ago!] ;-) Time for tea…
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Man, it is not easy living alone. I am alone… in only my own company, the majority of each day. It’s been years. And I am okay. Higher Power has provided for all of my needs. It’s just not for the faint of heart. Texting isn’t company. Saying hello to strangers; stopping to say ‘hello’…
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Sitting quietly does much for ‘Spirituality behind the scenes’. Breathing in and out is powerful. Quiet stillness, so these little pieces of torn cloth can be taken, one by one, and become mended and sewn together. I have hope that something beautiful is being created. “Sometimes God is so touched by what He sees that…
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My first day — December 1, 1992 — no drugs to alter my mind, mood or body. “As we grow spiritually and find a Power greater than ourselves, we begin to realize that as long as our spiritual needs are met, our living problems are reduced to a point of comfort. When we forget where…
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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…
Faith & Roses 