Words are ghosts, and they haunt us. Non corporal, they linger instead in the spaces between, and have an amazing capacity to infiltrate other things, morphing into symbol, allegory, sarcasm. I don’t believe, I say, but belief tinted words stay with me. I betray myself, using those words when I want to explain the feelings …
I didn’t think I was crazy. I just thought I drank too much. Until, in those last weeks, I thought I’d honestly lost my mind. I became terribly unable to control myself. Not, simply, how much I drank once I started drinking, but everything. I knew what I wanted, what I meant, what and why …
Pilgrims are people who are willing to be tested. Something has been heard, something beckons, and the pilgrim is the one who knows it means nothing until it has been experienced, and goes forth to find for herself. Pilgrims are people with their ears cocked and their nerves standing on end. Pilgrimage is journey undertaken …
The shortest, most puritanical version of the tenth step would be a simple accounting. Once we have cleared the wreckage, theory goes, our lives will blossom. However, goes the theory, transformation or spirituality are not things that happen once to be forgotten afterward. Being human, things like misunderstanding, pride, and fear will continue to arise …
