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“Caliente!” Absolutely an understatement I thought as I nodded my head in the direction of my Latin co-worker. Even hotter for me, four days out of the crack pipe. The hard work feels good,
Learning to love and care for yourself is a topic that often comes up in Al-Anon. I’ve heard people share about how they never had any time to love themselves or take care of themselves because they were always taking care of others.
After a six-month absence, an ailing Father Joseph Martin returned recently to what has been called the Betty Ford Clinic of the East Coast - Father Martin’s Ashley. Arriving in his wheelchair, he waited for the applause and standing ovation to yield before speaking
Then she opened up a book of poems - And Handed it to me - Written by an Italian poet - From the thirteenth century - And every one of them words rang true - And glowed like a burning coal -
“The only concept of god that I believed in at all, when I got here, was the God of Unintended Consequences,” Robert said, sitting across the table from me eating burritos at a taco stand at one o’clock in the morning. “Every time I drank bad stuff happened.
Today is Independence Day. That means a lot of things to a lot of people. When I was young it used to mean sparklers burning my fingertips, my little brother throwing fireworks at me, my dad acting like a 10 year old himself ,and watching fireworks over Lake Michigan.
Sitting on the highest point for miles around, a boulder precariously perched atop an 8,500 foot mountain of boulders, I had a moment of peace–a moment of true serenity. It blew in on silent wings as I surveyed the land.
God and I can only partner in any useful way in the real world, and the reality is that the real world often makes me uncomfortable. I’ve certainly done my share of damage by shying away from my own discomfort. Back in the early nineties when I was first climbing out of addiction,