I learned that I have not shared how recovery has actually been poetry without rhyme. Poetry is based in pain and joy which complement  each other in ways that we sometimes can’t comprehend. These are the two most basic emotions of mankind, we all share these traits.  We sing and create life out of both. Just as love brings passion and pain, joy and sorrow, we have written novels, songs, movies, paintings, every imaginable thing has come from these basic emotions. That is what poetry is, song, words, art in it self is the two emotions that create. Joy is love in many forms and pain is hurt is the same, I believe that this what brings change, without the pain that I felt, recovery would not have been possible, without recovery lasting joy would never have existed in my life, poetic justice at it’s best. Everyday is a new beginning we either sing the blues or express love in some fashion. This is the essence of life, this is the art of life, this is the comedy of life, this is the drama in life . Poetry at it’s best being lived out in it’s most classic form, this encompasses recovery at it’s core, without the pain and drama I would never have been driven to my knees and without the joy I never would have stayed in recovery, this is what took me from the depths of hell in to the hands of grace. I am forever grateful for the music and the poetry of recovering from a seemingly hopeless state of mind. Peace out: M

It always amazes me the things I (we) do to cause confusion or conflict within ourselves. I have a great imagination which is greatly increased by ability to magnify shit. Everyday is a challenge to try to change the amount of confusion that I let filter in. I have to remember that I can not assume things, but I can catch myself if I do start too.  I have to remember not to attach myself to people and their situations, specially of I am trying to assist in some manor. I must stay away from giving advice and try to just be an arm to lean on. When I have expectations that a person hears what I am saying, I am setting myself up for disappointment. My need to have you accept me is so damaging, because I can’t seem to let go. This is when I must remember that I am not God, and diminish my ego so I might just might find some form of humility.

It is taught in many religions that our ego is what drives us away from the power, if I set myself up with my emotions (ego), I will fall. I think that this is a process, that will always have,that give and take experience. I know that I must surrender moment to moment to just keep my sanity, and find balance. I have learned to give up many things, but my selfishness always wants more, wow what a journey. I am just trying to gather the tiny seeds that are being sown by the wisdom of others who are wise, so wisdom can filter out the confusion. All of this lies in the seeking of a brighter light in tomorrows morning. Peace out, Love. M