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…

(Emb)race Day, Or, Two Minutes For Looking So Good

Some of you are familiar with the morning scramble.  And I’m not talking huevos rancheros here. It’s that we’re-going-to-be-late-if-we-don’t-get-our-socks-and-shoes-on scramble that occurs just inside the front door, amidst a flurry of backpacks, gloves on the wrongs hands and a pile of protests that would shame the House of Commons.  Inevitably, as the sock and shoe…

Seasons of Recovery

Simon, from Journey of an Alcoholic, mentioned something about the cyclical nature of recovery and life in general in one of his comments here recently.  He also recently wrote a follow up in a post called “Circles”.  I found this inspiring and was going to do a post on this as well, writing about the…

Contain Yourself, Boy

I am not on Facebook.  Or Pinterest.  Or Myspace.  I can also confirm that I don’t have a Tumblr account, have any knowledge of Instagram, Four Square or Tagged.  I am unsure of what some of those “share” buttons on my own blog even do, and am afraid to get anywhere near things that ask…

Birds Got Peckers and Bees Got Buzz, Baby

Sex. There – I said it. When I speak of sex here, it’s not in the full physical, erotic sense.  While that’s a small part of the whole sex thing, sex in recovery terms is more about our relationship with the opposite sex (or the sex that we are attracted to.  But I will save…

Overheard #4

Heard on a speaker tape: (on the sentence on pg. 30 of the big book: The idea that somehow, someday he will control and enjoy his drinking is the great obsession of every abnormal drinker) “When I controlled my drinking, I wasn’t enjoying it.  When I was enjoying it, I wasn’t controlling it”