I passed this guy on my walk near the river the other day. He hadn’t even bothered to move his bike off the path. When I approached him, I noticed he was only sleeping – not wounded or dying. My guess – he was lucky enough to pass out on the grass rather than fallingContinue reading “Intoxicated?”
The wind rocks me gently While the Sun feeds my spirit And the rains quench my thirst. I will grow And become Abundant. Cut me if you must. But know that my seeds Have fallen They are my offspring And through them I will exist forever.
I had to kill a snake the other day. I had to do it or it would have died slowly and painfully. It was on the bike path and I think someone had ridden over its head with their bicycle. When I walked up to it I noticed blood on the pavement that was comingContinue reading “The Snake”
The following is an excerpt from my memoir Saturation. I was rarely predictable. My moods fluctuated depending on several factors: they fluctuated depending on the amount of alcohol I’d already consumed, the amount of alcohol within my reach, and the amount of alcohol that I knew I needed to buy. These were all of utmostContinue reading “Chapter 4 ~ CHANGES”
She’s not in traffic – she’s on a bike path – for a beautiful Autumn ride. This woman expects to be seen and is taking NO chances.
Can I be focused on one thing while my Intention is elsewhere? YES. I can easily focus on cooking dinner while my intention is to rearrange my living room (again). I can easily focus on driving my car to the grocery store while my intention is to make it OUT of the store without anyContinue reading “Intention Vs Focus”
I want a teacher who actually recognizes the teaching position and makes him/herself useful that way. I’ll backtrack to the title of this post. I just left a relationship with a man who was a terrific teacher. He just didn’t realize he was doing it, What I learned the most from this person is thatContinue reading “Teacher”
Perhaps it’s that I find people in general to be most unnecessarily complicated and vexatious. For example – why might someone who indeed does manage to reach sobriety, only then switch their focus onto another drug? I ask thee (anyone) – WHY? So, to answer my own question since I’m alone with my kittens andContinue reading “Okay Then. Who Has A Shitty Attitude?!”
I’m aware of things going on around me. How aware of these things would I be if I didn’t possess any of my senses? I can hear things. I can smell things. I can feel things. But if these and other senses went POOF, what might I still be aware of? Would I be awareContinue reading “What Do You See?”
As long as I leap onto the lounge chair, my toes and ankles should remain unscratched and unscathed.
I still find it interesting when I encounter folks who have indeed relapsed but prefer to call it something else. Like a mistake. Or a slip. Or a setback. Or (insert your favorite noun) … To me, this suggests that this person hadn’t paid the full fare for the recovery train in the 1st place.Continue reading “Let’s Call A Spade A Spade.”
Is this: the reason why people (like me) hold onto things that aren’t good for them is because they’ve developed an emotional attachment to them. Ohhhhh – the luxury of being human. I am facing an emotional attachment right now that I’m finding extremely irksome. It has my permission to dissolve into nothing and disappearContinue reading “My Most Recent Conclusion”
Sometimes, all we need is a nap. Even if it isn’t yet noon.
The addict voice (AV) that takes up residency in our minds does a number on the words we throw at it when we’re trying to get sober. Why is it so hard for us to wrap our minds around one single powerful word? What is one word we say over and over and over toContinue reading “Say It And Mean It.”
Continued from chapter 3 of my memoir: Saturation https://www.amazon.com/Saturation-Memoir-Jennifer-Place/dp/1461018129 It took just over two short months before I became aware of how unhealthy his attachment to me had grown. And I allowed it. I participated. He gave me what I wanted – alcohol. We became like two sick spiders intertwined in a foul emotional web.Continue reading “Sick Dick”