We live, so often, in a kind of trance. Alcoholism itself is a trance – a distortion of reality, a filtering lens, a weaving of denial and broken relationship with the world that covers our eyes like gauze. It’s a world of pretend and half life. It’s a feeling of frailty, mask wearing, separation. Always, …
The third step is riddled with acceptance and bravery. Willingness they say. I say bravery. As in, bravery to live in new ways, to pause and in the pause find a way to break with old patterns of thought and emotion. The third step is that courage to change so oft repeated the words can …
There are hundreds of poems I’ve half written in my life. Poems I later destroyed, gave up on, or simply forgot. I don’t know how other poets work, nor much about other people’s brains. I am curious, mine seeming at times so crazy. I guess I’ll never know. In my brain, sobering, the old poems …
It is true that life will hurt us. But it only becomes suffering by what we ourselves do. We simply don’t know how to live very well. More often than not we do the wrong things. More often than not, we do the wrong things because we think and we feel the wrong things. We …
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