Day 133. Yesterday was absolutely excruciating. That picture above is of my little herb garden I planted yesterday. It is a re-creation of my garden I had lovingly grown and had to leave behind at the catastrophic end of the recent relationship. Pulling together the little garden triggered some serious grief. I cried and cried … Continue reading That was not easy at all
Day 130. "The thoughts we choose to think are the tools we use to paint the canvas of our lives" Louise Hay I am revisiting "Why you Drink and how to stop" by Veronica Valli. It really helped me at the start of my 'I'm going to do this' journey. Veronica is a great motivator - … Continue reading Renting out space in your head
Day 128. "Never underestimate the inclination to bolt" Pema Chodron Oh wow. Just finished Geneen Roth's remarkable book "Women Food and God - An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything". A top takeaway for me. All compulsions are us trying to bolt - or leave ourselves when life gets hard. I've inserted alcohol into these quotes … Continue reading We leave ourselves when life gets hard
Day 124. “Ring them bells for the time that flies” Bob Dylan I love wind chimes. Partly because they remind me of my mother. She collected wind chimes, and they were hung up all around our patio. The beautiful sounds - some buddhist temple gonging deep, others light and feathery. So peaceful and lovely to … Continue reading Ring them bells …
Day 120. Four months sober! Amazing! (to me anyway 🙂 ).. and I appreciate that it's not easy. I just went through a rough patch; but got through it without a drink. In my navel-gazing today I realized I have always had a thing about roads. Two images I've taken in just the last six … Continue reading On the road to find out …
Day 118. Oh boy. I've really felt my most angsty in a long while. I've wanted nothing more than many glasses of wine these last couple of days. I just want to feel deep relief from that first sip. I want to dull the thought monster. Sod this... forget it! Who cares. Throw away the … Continue reading One choice at a time
Day 113. Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said you can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin' punches … Continue reading Who are you? Who, who, who, who?