Embody The Fullness of Womanhood – By Kyczy Hawk

I have been on this planet for a while – and in my recovery just about half as long. I have seen society go through a number of shifts regarding women, and I have seen women go through a number of shifts regarding themselves. The rooms of recovery have changed in response to both of these. From the early days when recovering women were seen as potential threats to their newly sober husbands, to the need to be warned against thirteen stepping for reasons of safety as well as sanity; the role of women in recovery has changed. From the back row to leadership roles women are embodying their strength and voice. Yoga, once the exclusive practice of men has nearly reversed – where men are fewer in number in many studios. (Author’s note: Look, however, to leadership and status- the gender of those in that forum is out of… Continue reading

Ladies! Let Nutrition Boost Your Recovery – By Kathleen Russell

When entering recovery we embark upon a journey with many new perspectives from different sources that can help us heal from a seemingly hopeless state of existence. Lots of options and information. However, as women we are often the main caretakers in our environments and have many roles we need to attend to. Our own self-care takes a backseat. We begin to suffer from the lack of attention to the fine details of our mental, physical, emotional and spiritual health. The merry go round of distractions can continue to the end of our lives – or we can stop and ask ourselves is this really enough for me? Our Nutrition plays a huge role in the health and function of all these areas. Overall health for our feminine state and slowing down the premature aging process can be done by learning simple, effective self-care steps beginning with the food we… Continue reading

Drinking: A Love Story – Stuck in Sex – By Jackie S.

My reading of Caroline Knapp’s chapter on sex was split in two parts. There is a lot to cover when it comes to the fusion of alcohol and sex. In the second half of the chapter, Caroline focuses on three relationships that involve alcohol and sex: one between her and her live-in boyfriend; one between her and a professor/mentor; and one between her father and his paramour. The primary topics that came to mind in this part of her story are all too familiar – people pleasing, seeking validation, and being the co-dependent victim. Caroline talks about how her relationships were always about trying to please others, regardless of how she felt personally, because ultimately what she sought was not so much the sex as it was the physical and emotional intimacy that let her feel like she had value. And, when those relationships went awry, she was so entrenched… Continue reading

Your Brain and Addiction: A Very Basic Explanation – By Robert Weiss LCSW, CSAT-S

Addiction is not a moral failing. Rather, it’s a neurochemical response, habituated and modified over time by repetitive use of an addictive substance or behavior. Put very simply, the human brain reacts to certain substances and activities in ways that create the sensation of pleasure. Later, we remember the pleasure that we experienced, and we attempt to recreate that feeling by repeating whatever it is that we did the last time. If we do this often enough, we can become addicted. More technically, a small portion of the brain, the nucleus accumbens, which is commonly referred to as “the rewards center” or “the pleasure center,” is automatically activated in response to life-affirming stimuli like eating, being sexual, socializing, and the like. These behaviors are “rewarded” in this way because they ensure survival of the individual and/or the species. (If we don’t eat, we die; if we don’t have sex, we… Continue reading

Spiritual Awakening – By Mark Goodson

  See more of Marks work at markgoodson.com     Spiritual Awakening I had an estranged discovery re-surge in me; it brimmed out from a distant border, like some cosmic debris, not born in or made for this world. Suddenly, each step became a dance; songs were sung in single words. My thoughts, thrown askance, forced me to look again at every certainty. I saw light descend through cloudy tiers, and tall grasses shimmer like the sea. The breezes blew an old secret, sweet and cool. Ashamed that I grew content with grounded feet, I flew a mile if I marched a foot. I felt once more imagination afloat. Continue reading