Like – what’s in there? What’s inside blackness? It can’t be void of everything. It has to be composed of AT LEAST whatever it is that’s making it black in the first place. So – what the hell is that? Is it fear? Pain? Suffering? Is it just a color or the lack of color?Continue reading “What is Blackness? Will A Hug Fix It?”
Tag Archives: Love
The Porcupine And The Rabbit
There is always a way. Figure it out.
I Disagree With This Photo.
It’s when we plug in – plug into our selves and into our hearts – with our attention and awareness – that we connect with something bigger than ourselves. My guess is – the closest we can ever get to seeing IT is when we watch someone hug another person or an animal – orContinue reading “I Disagree With This Photo.”
Am I The Culmination Of Everything I’ve Said And Done? Or – What?
No. I have to be more. Why? Because I keep adding to my Jennifer Place resume. Who I am is all sorts of good juicy stuff that includes: what I’ve said and done in the past, not said and not done, what I say and do now, and how I think. I am my attitudeContinue reading “Am I The Culmination Of Everything I’ve Said And Done? Or – What?”
What Does It Look Like If You’re Loved TOO MUCH?
Maybe the better question is, what does it feel like? What does the line look like that divides love from obsession – or at the very least – preoccupation? How are we supposed to step away from it if we can’t identify it? Jeez! Think about it. If someone is, at the very least, preoccupiedContinue reading “What Does It Look Like If You’re Loved TOO MUCH?”
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Be your own Santa. Give yourself a little love and a nice Christmas present. Stay sober today.
My Dad Quit Drinking For His Wife.
My stepmother had to stop drinking because she was an alcoholic. She went to residential treatment for her problem and has never had another sip of alcohol. My dad, because he didn’t want to do anything that might tempt her, and because he loves and supports her, quit drinking alcohol even though he’s not anContinue reading “My Dad Quit Drinking For His Wife.”
Rumi
I never would have guessed it’s possible to love an animal as much as I loved my dog. I might even love him more now – if that’s possible. I got him when he was only nine weeks old and he stayed with us until he was 16. I don’t know that I’ll ever getContinue reading “Rumi”
I Want To Be Immortal
Just so I can sleep on this mattress every night – forever. It’s that ridiculously comfortable. I never want to get out of bed. Just for the record – it’s a 12 inch memory foam by Nora. Didn’t know this could be possible, but I think I’m falling in love with it.
The Art of ‘Letting Go’
Ever tell someone to do that? Ever say to yourself “I just need to let go.” and then wonder why – after two months – you’re still hurting over it/her/him/whatever? Jeez. How mysteriously annoying! I’ve said it and had it said to me numerous times. It is a mystery – the pain that refuses toContinue reading “The Art of ‘Letting Go’”
The Unicorns Are Gone
The highlights of drinking used to be downright merriment. I was social. I was cute. I was happy. I was bouncy. I pranced with the Unicorns. And though I’ve never used the term, “Liquid Gold” is often used to describe the euphoric affects of alcohol. Personally, I prefer “Lovely Sedation” or “Bliss”. Too damn badContinue reading “The Unicorns Are Gone”
Tough Love
How to communicate with the struggling addict? I know there are a lot of folks out there right now that are struggling with their sobriety. They want to get sober and they may even achieve some sobriety. But they relapse. Again and again and again. And sometimes this cycle goes on for years. It didContinue reading “Tough Love”
