Real Spiritual Transformation

Real Spiritual Transformation

In order to deeply transform your spirit in addiction recovery, you have to also include balance in the equation. Meaning that you must treat the whole person and all aspects of your health, and all aspects of your life. If you zero in on spiritual practices alone then you may find that you have lost the forest for the trees. Meaning that you can get so laser focused on one aspect of your health that you neglect the other areas to the point that it causes you to relapse. I have watched this happen over and over again among my peers so I have taken measures to insure that I do not suffer the same fate.

Living Proof in Black and White

Living Proof in Black and White

Do you ever ask the universe to show you a sign if you’re on the right track? I got an unsolicited sign this weekend in the form of a front cover photo and article which featured me in the VC Reporter, a cool weekly publication that serves Ventura County. No sooner had I affirmed and committed to stepping into Recovery Consciousness more fully, and had taken some specific actions around it (which I think is really the key), did the Universe mirror back me that this is indeed the right track alright.

Recovery Consciousness

Recovery Consciousness

Hooray – made it through the first week of this new year. I’m always happy when the holidays come, and even happier when they go and things go back to “normal.” Even though a part of me rebels against structure, I rely upon it sometimes to help me know what to do. And the joy of a fresh, uncluttered, wide-open calendar feels so freeing to me… My intention is to stay vigilant and add to it only those things I choose. (Wouldn’t that be nice?! Is it even possible?)

Reinventing Myself in Healthy Ways

Reinventing Myself in Healthy Ways

I started drinking alcoholically on New Year’s Eve, 1974. I was 13 years (and three months) old. I had taken a drink many times before. A sip of wine from Mom’s glass, a few drops of champagne for a toast, a bit of watered-down scotch from my uncle’s tumbler once he nodded off––that kind of thing. But the first time I “got drunk” was 12/31/74. I was at my best friend’s house, and we raided her parents’ bar. And I do mean raided. Marauded might be closer to the truth . . .

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