Sharing The Spirit

It’s a fear that I have never felt before. A big heap of vulnerability wrapped in imposter syndrome nestled in anxiety. It was a first for me – dropping a book onto unsuspecting and innocent bystanders. Letting go of something that has been “yours” for almost two years is terrifying. I knew the moment would…

Longing For The Spirit

I have been looking forward to writing this blog post for some time. Writing this means that I am nearing the finish line of a very long process – one that I have both loved and sometimes hated (it’s not all unicorns and bunnies, y’all!) but one in which I am excited about…and also a…

Participation Medal In The Human Race

“Comparison is the thief of joy” – this is the very commonly used phrase in plaques and posters that litter Inspirational Internet. I also get it a lot, because when I talk about comparing myself to others, it’s the first bullet in the chamber that people shoot my way. It’s a wonderful visual, that thief…

Breaking The Stigma Of Alcoholism And Addiction From Within

I am a white-passing, middle-aged, professional, able-bodied heterosexual cisgender male. Therefore, I have never suffered at the hands of racism or sexism, implied or declared. I have not been denied a job interview or pulled over by the police haphazardly because of my skin colour, name or gender. I am in a place of privilege,…

The Tribe Has My Back

There is something to be said about being part of a tribe – even when that tribe is only two people wide. This message was hit home for me today at work. My back has been acting up for the last few days. This isn’t a little soreness from pulling weeds or playing with the…

Rewriting The Power Of Intentions

“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” Ralph Waldo Emerson. It’s all about intentions. Do you remember when you were single and were “on the prowl”? Many thousands of years ago, before I was married, I remember going out with the intention of finding a female with low enough standards…

Signals

I believe in signals. I don’t necessarily mean celestial flare guns that hit you in your third eye while riding your unicorn into the highlands of Narnia. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, if that is how you receive your heavenly bite-sized snacks. The signals I talk about are a little bit more down…

Do You Even Blog, Bro?

So it goes something like this: Describe something small and seemingly innocuous Dig to find some deeper spiritual principles that goes with it (use sweeping motifs – people love that shit) Stagger some semi-humourous photos with gag-like captions Finish strong with some lofty ideals and a more serious, uplifting picture. That, my friends, is how…

Biting Your Own Teeth

Who are you? What are your passions? What do you want? Orchestral and reaching questions. Too much to think about when lining up to buy your cat food and mouthwash. The type of questions left for the magical “one day” when you are meditating on a mountaintop and the answers come flowing out of you like…

Shitty Shitty Bang Bang

I have been feeling rather shitty lately. Not the kind of bummed-out-that-my-team-didn’t-win-last-night type of shitty, but the kind where your wife asks you, in a light-hearted way, if you are going to pick up again or worse, harm yourself. The type that duct tapes a black garbage bag over you while submerged in alien snot-slime…

Teeing Up Addiction Labelling – The Tiger Woods Edition

We’ve seen the mug shot – droopy and listless eyes, saggy face, dishevelled features. I am sure my mugshot is similar. There has been a lot of hand-wringing from barstool therapists and sober champions alike who have been quick to jump on the idea that Tiger Woods is a drug addict. I have watched many folks…

Whirlwinds And Wound Healers

  “I’m not hurting anyone but myself.” This is a common declaration from active alcoholics when confronted about our drinking and our poor behaviour. You’ll find that nestled amongst other groovy expressions like “I know, but—” and “I’m fine” in the well-worn Handbook of Delusional Lines for Drunks we often kept in the library of…