With deep gratitude for everything this short month has brought and for all that waits in the wings to unfold in March, I breathe in and honor my sobriety, serenity, and strength. In my next breath, I open my arms wide and gratefully welcome the next turn of the calendar page, already filled with love, light, and limitless possibility. I am strong, I am open, and I receive and deserve all the gifts that life has to offer including health, joy, acceptance, and wisdom.
Skip Instead of Trudge When I hear someone say “keep trudging” or use some form of that word, I pretty much know that person is one of us. Nobody else really says that unless they’re tuned into the
Several years ago at my recovery meeting the topic of discussion turned to prayer. It’s a hot button issue to people who are willing to start a minor skirmish over God and the definition thereof. I had opted to not share but then the meeting chair called on me to speak. Oh no! Briefly, I tried not to get into specifics by citing only the need for prayer in our programs. However, I made the mistake of saying that I do not make requests for God to fulfill my wants or desires. Immediately, I sensed the intensity of the man sitting next to me…
One night in the midst of a particular trying evening, I could see my daughter talking to me but I couldn’t hear her words: not because I was drunk, but because my head was ringing and I felt severe panic in my chest. I retreated to my bedroom and in a moment of clarity, I remembered the good healing energy I had felt when I had a meditation practice during my yoga teacher training. So I sat down and tried to just be with myself. I spent the next ten minutes of my “meditation” bawling my eyes out, but I feel better afterwards. That’s when I made a commitment to myself that I would carve out time EVERY SINGLE DAY to meditate.
As I look forward to the sweet and spooky days to come, it is the perfect time to stand calm and courageous. I boldly remove my mask and let my light shine like the warm glow of an October sunset. Any fears and beliefs that no longer serve me gently fall away like leaves fluttering to the ground. I am grateful to know that I am in the perfect place. I know that what falls away gives space for new growth that will come at the perfect time.
Right here and right now in this present and precious moment, I sense and allow the powerful awareness of Universal Intelligence to permeate my cells. I am one with this Infinite Intelligence. It infuses me with a calm sense of awareness and acceptance as I acknowledge and welcome each and every one of my experiences.
I try to remember to be mindful of what I put after the extremely powerful word duo of “I AM.” That becomes my life experience. I Am… what I decide I am. Actually the way it works is that: I Am what I believe I am, no more, no less. If I want to know what I truly believe about myself, the clues lie in my results, situations, and circumstances. That’s the good news and the wake-up-call news. Those clues tell me what I currently believe to be possible or not for me.
We moved into our home about 2 ½ years ago. A potentially cozy and very lived-in dwelling in a––shall we say––“mature” neighborhood. As I gazed into the backyard, my mind’s eye saw a beautiful, lush, and fragrant oasis, with flowers infusing vibrant splashes of color among the trees and shrubs. A perfect blend of cool shade and bright sun, invitingly serene and full of life. My human eyeballs told a different story. There were more dirt spots that grass, and the sparse grass that existed was dried out and hay-like. The fence was rickety, and the back porch had holes.