Step three is that deepening practice of awareness and acceptance, of taking life as it comes to you, and accepting yourself as you are. Listening to that boy the other day, I was reminded of how hard that acceptance can be. How hard our lives are. It is possible for me to fall into disillusionment …
I have hurt someone I love. I’m not even terribly sure what it was I said. I’m fairly certain I was being sarcastic, a brutal little pride bone that hijacks my best intentions. It has something to do with my writing, and our differing beliefs on god and recovery. If I am going to speak …
“Arise, my love, my sister, and come away; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.” – Song of Solomon True intimacy is frightening, and I have a shattered heart. I am an emotional cripple. Alcoholism does this. It has taken time in dark places, and courage when I felt spent, …
He was married. I slept with him for seven years. I am sorry for this, and I am grateful. Love is foolish. Nar, nar. But tell me honestly our entire being is not some exercise in the ludicrous and patently unsane. Then I will take rationality seriously. Until then I consider it as delicate as …
