Mandala: Reaching the Vastness of the Centre

From the classical Indian language of Sanskrit, the word Mandala can be loosely translated to mean circle. But the Mandala is far more than just a simple shape. It embodies wholeness, representing the structure of life itself, a cosmic diagram that shows us our relatedness to the infinite, that which extends both beyond and within our bodies and minds. The Mandala can be seen as a container for essence, energy or spirit.  A journey into the self and to the connectedness with all that is. The concept of mandala originated long ago. Before the idea of history itself. In the earliest times of Indian or Indo-European religion, in the Rig Veda and its related literature, mandala is the term for a chapter, or a compendium of mantras or verse hymns which were chanted in ancient Vedic ceremonies. The universe itself was believed to originate from these hymns, whose sacred sounds… Continue reading

What Friday In Recovery Looks Like.

On this particular day, my recovered life looks like this. I’m sitting on my living room couch working (writing this), still wearing my pj’s and flip flops at 11am. I drove my daughter to school like this after getting her ready for Halloween dress up day. I have an abandoned kitten by my side that my sister found yesterday and since we are “cat people”, we of course adopted it. I’ve become its surrogate mother, or according to my children – grandmother. We now have four cats which is slightly unmanageable, but sometimes having a conscience can make life that way. I’ll get him (we think it’s a him) checked out at the vets later and get advice on how to care for a kitten too young to be away from its mother. The rain is pouring down outside. There’s towels and underwear on the washing line, dripping wet, because… Continue reading

SELF-ESTEEM: Tips, Tricks & Traps – by Kyczy Hawk

I came to recovery broken. I came to recovery having lost all sense of self. I had a huge sense of what I had needed; another drink, another line, another pill – anything- I just needed something!  Until I didn’t. Until I had only one thing left to lose: my being. The day after I had taken my last drink, and NO, I didn’t know at the time it would be my last, but that day, that morning I woke up, sitting on the edge of the bed – looking out at nothing. I felt lost and doomed. I felt that if I did this one more time, if I drank and drugged just one more time, I would walk out on what was left of my life. I would walk out of my dingy infested room, out the front door and turn my back on the last bits of… Continue reading

Scribble, Paint, Dance – By Nicola O’Hanlon

“Words are sacred, we must use them wisely….they are a gift of God.” – Burton Pretty-On-Top I was introduced to this quote when I left Rehab. I was asked to pick a page from a book we read from every day, so randomly I flicked the pages, and stopped on the page that contained this quote. Little did I realize how significant and perfect this quote would become. I had no idea, that in a very short time, words would become the catalyst for developing my future career and for uncovering a deeper sense of self that I had forgotten even existed. Yes I am a writer. I’ve wanted to call myself that since I was an itty bitty girl. Even when I was that itty bitty girl, I always had something to say.  So I said it. Loud and proud and with passion. However, the things I said didn’t… Continue reading