Dodging And Burning…Or Life Can’t Be Photoshopped.

I really used to be into photography – back when chemicals and darkrooms and countless hours developing paper in washes and acids was exciting and yet painfully tedious.  No “erase” buttons on the cameras back then.  Just hoping that the f Stops and depths-of-field were correct.  Bracket shots just in case.  Have lots of film…

Less Is More…More Or Less

I have heard alcoholism called “the disease of more”.  I have also heard it been called “the disease of perception”.  There are some other comparisons that it’s been made to, and they are all valid in their own ways.  But for some reason, “the disease of more” always struck me as being closest to how…

When Your Spirit Guide Is A Turtle

It always seems to come back to turtles. I am not sure why, but when I close my eyes, breathe deeply, crank up the burnt sage and seek communion with Upper Management, I see turtles (sea turtles?)  I wish I didn’t.  But there they are, crinkled pointed beaks, sun soaked tails, glinted and tinted eyes,…

Two Years

Two years ago, I took my last drink. A loving God separated me from alcohol on May 4, 2011, and for that I am eternally grateful. If I knew it would be my last drink, I would have made it a fancy one.  But we all know that our last drinks are rarely festive.  Our…

We Are Not A Glum Lot

We’ve been there – the after work gathering, with it’s impromptu patio patter, unwinding after a rough day, laughing at each other, gossiping, tossing barbs at those not present, back patting, flirting, telling bad jokes, all the while hoisting, sipping and slurping adult beverages of every colour and shape.  Oh the civility, the pomp, the…

The Bubble

The Bubble. I don’t often think of it, but now and then it comes to mind.  It came up yesterday, as I was responding to one of Belle’s posts in her boombastic blog (I have been known to comment now and then on other blogs). The Bubble. If there was one thing, and one thing alone,…

Sing Your Life

“But before you go Can you look at the truth ?  You have a lovely singing voice A lovely singing voice” “Sing Your Life” – Morrissey We all have a story. Scream it. Whisper it. Scrawl it on the wall. We all have a story. The power of storytelling is the power of humanness and…

Overheard #6

Overheard from AA speaker Tareq K.: “Half my mind creates bullshit and the other half buys it.”   So very true for this alcoholic!

Pulling The Trigger

I don’t believe in triggers. There.  I said it. I know that there are many people who swear by them, and that the term “trigger” is found in the recovery lexicon.  It’s somewhat ingrained in the collective psyche of those who suffer from alcoholism and with those who work with them.  I have heard the term in…

The Meeting, The Machine, The Crepes

I have a little machine that I carry around with me.  It’s not noticeable, but it beeps and bips and boops inside of me, and feeds me wrong information on a constant basis.   I don’t like it now, but there was a time when I used to oil it, shine it up, tinker with…