Why is it so hard for us to see, feel, and hear beauty, it’s all around us but it gets glossed over so we can fulfill those things that we think makes us happy. I hear so many say how happy their lives are, but it always seem so temporary , and every line in their face shows the stress that we have brought on ourselves. We fill ourselves with debit trying to achieve success or our vision of happiness, yet in our  homes we neglect our families, all the while  neglecting the real beauty of our lives. I spent so much time chasing things that never filled the whole in my soul, God gave everything I need to achieve real fulfillment, I had art, music, freedom to travel, see cultures enjoy friends, beautiful children, beautiful women, and the ability to allow those things in my heart and soul, but I chose to waste it, the most precious gift of all, people who loved and cared for me.

When we’re lost in abuse this becomes all that matters, you are willing to lose all for that obsession, even the most beautiful thing of all, Life. I had become willing to die for it, the waste of the true gift of being created in the image of something divine, I know now that my life is only minutes long and  i can only wish that I can observer all the beauty that my eyes allow me to absorb, all the music that my ears can hear, all the tastes that life and love have to offer,

In October of 2013  I took a trip that took me four months and 9000 miles, I took the time to see beauty everywhere, left stress, behind, I gave away most of my possessions just to feel peace and let the bueaty in, alone on the road, just me, my car, my music, my memories, but I took all the lessons that I had acquired in the rooms, the rooms that were provided by a power so much greater than me and the experiences I encountered , this was Gods Art and I was allowed to experience, and I ask why is this power so Good to me. I just don’t know but it is. Peace Lv M

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