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…

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…

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…

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…

The Dangers Of “Wine O’Clock”

I don’t know if I’m qualified to write this, but I’m going to do it anyways. I am not a stay at home mother. I am not even female. I don’t viscerally and emotionally know what it’s like to be a woman in a patriarchal society. I don’t know, firsthand, the pressures involved in living…

Counting On Us

So what day are you at in your recovery? 13? 9? Creeping up to one year of sobriety? When I recently returned to the blogosphere, after a two or so year hiatus, the one thing I did was to scan the sober recovery horizon and try to reconnect with old friends and their sites. I…

Walking The Walk

My body has waged war on me. Now, there is nothing serious afoot. Please withhold flowers and singing cookiegrams (although I would graciously take them). I understand that I am probably encroaching on clickbait-style headlines with that start (was this fake news? I don’t know), but sometimes you have to grab them by the cojones…

California (Wine) Dreamin’

I sat in the dark bar. My right leg twitched to the beat of the steel drums in my head. I clutched a beer in my shaky hands. I wasn’t shaky from withdrawls, but from the gulping-type sobs which came from the depth of my soul. “How did I do this again? What am I…

Birdy Numb Numb

I blame it on the rain. Frozen rain, to be exact. Our tale starts innocently enough—the hero gets up pre-dawn for work and checks the weather. He inspects the street out front through his window. No ice. He unlocks his bike and notices no ice coating it like slime on Bill Murray’s Ghostbuster. The rain…