Root
posted on Sep 19, 2006
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Tags: recovery, addiction, love, grief, faithful prayer
It is interesting how one's emotional roots become entangled in another. Even when someone is ill, bordering on toxic, you care about their well-being. Even when someone is in a self-destructive mode, that oath of "for better or worse" rings in a little... read entire post
Why does it come and go, this sensation of fear? Who cultivates the social environment where politics and power have disrupted our connections to each other? Are there forces -- entities, whether malicious people, spirits, or simply agents -- that incit... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 29, 2006
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Tags: DREAM, sacred, rivers, Sara Glatt, dreams
The river was so dark, and meandering. Wet in a kind of primeval or cthonic way. Our author was the leading character this time, although her hair was bobbed like a Hopi man's might have been traditionally, or one of those preppie women of the East.... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 17, 2006
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Tags: sacred, serpents, bridge, waterfall, DREAM
A morning dream -- someone wanted to know what the sacred symbols of protection were. he wanted to put them up as barriers on the side of the roadway.... read entire post
I too am swamped with about 85 things to do in the next three days. My response to these endless tasks has been to shut down, and do virtually none of them. Packages to be mailed sit by the front door. I phone or e-mail people instead of read or catch... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 15, 2006
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Tags: addiction, recovery, love, treatment, sober, addict
When I came of age, people like Morrisson, Hendrix, & Janis Joplin had all died tragically young of their edge-walking between intoxication and anesthesia. Between their deaths and another set of circumstances, I evaded a path too many have trod.... read entire post
James Douglas Morrison. Jim. The Lizard King. The Drunken Poet. The mystic. The crazy sexy man in black leather, a concha belt, shy yet exuberant, inspired yet dangerous.
We went to his grave in Paris when I was 20 or so. Before it got ... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 14, 2006
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Tags: Hope, OPD, treatment, recovery, love, addiction, labels
Another story about love, family, marriage, and the travails of figuring out how to love my man and yet demand he be healthy.... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 13, 2006
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Tags: dinner, beef, meat, foodie, food, turkey, lapsed vegetarian
A few months ago, the New York Times ran a recipe for caramelized onion, maple-glazed bacon meatloaf that a friend pointed me towards when I mentioned hubby craved this "comfort food." It was not part of my diet growing up -- we tended toward meatballs,... read entire post
So I posted this reply on FaithfulDisciple's blog as to what one might "say to God," at the end of a life.
"Thank you God, for letting me stay so long. I really loved being a member of Planet Earth. It is such a beautiful place. I loved the s... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 12, 2006
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Tags: writing, anonymity, family, therapy, OPD, Anxiety
I'm new to SoulCasting, and the anonymity is, indeed, liberating. A friend suggested a few days ago that it would be perfect for me. And because I was in one of those little windows between my usual state of angst and chaos, I hadn't quite understood... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 12, 2006
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Tags: grief, love, needle damage, PTSD, recovery, drugs
There once was a beautiful little boy. His parents were coke-fiends and pot-heads and dopers. They tried lots of ways to get off drugs, because they loved their son, and they loved their life. In fact, they loved the pleasure of life so much that they... read entire post
Root
posted on Aug 12, 2006
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Tags: rehab, Sara Glatt, treatment, recovery, addiction
When I fell in love with a recovering addict at the turn of the Millenium, I really did have not a clue what I was getting in to. I had none of his "hard" habits, and felt blessed and lucky to have been raised in such shelter. He was still playing... read entire post