I’m an avid poet and poetry reader. Really can’t be one without the other.  However sometimes I run across words that chill me to the core.  That delineate … “what it was like” for this drunk/dope fiend (thankfully in recovery today).  This young woman did this for me. And the gods (whomsoever those may be [...]

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I. Write. It’s what I do. My “thing”. My outlet. My fingers bleed ink. Now and again I write something that expresses the struggle of challenging my addictive mind.  This is called … sanctum. spherical magic swirling profundity perception essence clouded clarifier edification necessity blurred messages internally abound blocking sparkling incandescence. elusive contentment self stimulated [...]

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I’ve been gone for a bit, busy with merrymaking and holidays and all that a sober recovery filled season can bring. You know Santa Claus and ho ho ho and festivities with families and being up at 4 AM christmas morning with excited mini ninjas jumping on the bed yelling “CWISTMAS CWISTMAS!!!” *ahem*  Yes. That [...]

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I feel like a broken record sometimes. Same stuff. Same or similar things. But damn. We NEED … okay ‘scratch‘ that … I NEED … repetition.  The ovah and ovah and ovah of it all. I don’t inundate this blog too awful much with stepwork stuff, that’s what you have sponsors for and meetings to [...]

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Dunno why I do it.  Really. I mean I’m a smart, capable, woman of recovery.  But every once in a great while, okay at least once a day, I doubt.  Doubt what I know or what I feel or what I believe.  Creeping with cold fingers from the base of my skull.  Defined as:  to [...]

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“I love it when a plan comes together.” ~ John “Hannibal” Smith. (yes. of the A team. shushit. it’s a good quote.) Well maybe plan is a bit of a strong word. I mean really it wasn’t entirely intentional on my part, but maybe some cosmic force for good decided that ‘enough was enough’ and [...]

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this is not a test. you will not be graded on spelling, typos, grammar, and punctuation. as long as you use your voice, you win. you do not have to impress anyone to be liked.  you are simply amazing just the way you are. remember people who have it don’t need to say it. love [...]

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What an EGO that guy has. Who does she think she is? Boy she really likes herself A LOT … knowing smile … humongous ego yes? Well. No. Not really. Not in the way you think. Tonight I’d like to talk about self love and how it’s bff is the ego. Let’s tell a little [...]

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What an EGO that guy has. Who does she think she is? Boy she really likes herself A LOT … knowing smile … humongous ego yes? Well. No. Not really. Not in the way you think. Tonight I’d like to talk about self love and how it’s bff is the ego. Let’s tell a little [...]

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Eleven. 11. 1 and a 1. Date in time. Mystics love this number (11:11 ewww) Bilbo Baggins was eleventy one on the date he disappeared. (Tolkien was my higher power as a child)  Eleven. ELEVEN. Death date. Birth date. Love date. Hate date. Funny how a number can bring up so much for so many.  [...]

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