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Setbacks

How often, it seems, we take two steps forward and one step back.  There are even occasions when we seem to relapse altogether.

Don’t be discouraged when this happens, okay?

“Yeah,” you scoff, “you don’t know how serious this is or how hard it is to turn around.”

But I do.

Anybody who lives any length of time at all has had a few setbacks:  That slip into an old habit or addiction that really knocks you off your feet.

The secret:  Get up, dust yourself off and move forward again.

Dusting yourself off means to forgive, learn from your mistakes and the circumstances that contributed to your setback.

Move forward means take one step at a time back to wellness – toward sobriety or eating… You already know because you’ve done it before.

Next, take hope in this:  Every time you move forward from a setback, you are stronger:  That particular trap won’t get you again!

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My Home

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Being at home in my self

The home in which I live
Is simple and clean,
Most of the time, that is.
If you’re living at all,
You know what I mean:
There are always improvements,
Chores to be done;
Rearranging of furniture,
Fixing this thing and that one…
It seems something is always amiss!

I’ve learned to be at peace
In this home of mine.
Most of the time, that is.
If you’re being at all,
We are of one mind:
There is always new learning,
Wounds to be healed,
Discoveries of every nature,
Knowing how to love and feel;
Such is being at home like this.

Don’t Be Surprised

I started my journey of healing many years ago.

The first leg was a long, steep, difficult path that wound through rocks and thickets so dense, I couldn’t see beyond myself at all.  It’s unpredictability was mind boggling.  I would climb a little higher; then find myself in a hole with no apparent way out.  Some days, I was pleased with what felt like progress, only to fall into a helpless heap of despair the next.

Eventually, the path widened into a road – you know the kind:  Two tracks with plenty of ruts and potholes.  The going was a bit easier and I had more perspective.

I found some nice spots to rest along the way:  Just the right mix of sun and shade, running water near by and soft places for lounging and sleep.

I don’t know how it happened, but I came to another steep, difficult place; in fact, it was more painful and challenging than the first one.  This time, there was no path.  I had to whack my way through the underbrush.  I thought I’d never get through it all!  Perhaps the hardest part was that I blamed myself:  If only I had learned my lesson the first time!  What is wrong with me that I’m back here??

Eventually, I had the pleasure of travelling on wide, well paved roads.  They were straight and level; there were lots of companions.  Loneliness was not even a whisper of a thought.  The camaraderie was wonderful!

Years later, my journey took a turn, and once again, I found myself in a quagmire.  I was dismayed!  This time, I had enough experience and maturity to recognize that this is part of a life-long pilgrimage.  It was still difficult and in some ways, the most painful of all.  I knew what to do:  Keep moving forward, step by step, clearing by clearing.

The moral of my tale?  When you find yourself in a difficult patch, know that you are making progress.  These detours are necessary for continued growth and wellness.  Greet them with dignity; don’t be surprised when they happen.

MY OWN HEART’S SONG

There is a way to know
That I am healthy and strong:
It’s when I check inside
To hear my own heart’s song.

 

A constant melody
That is played both day and night;
With some variations
And shades of soft and bright.

 

Music with a story
With all that life brings to me;
The things light and funny,
Or taken seriously.

 

The times I get concerned
And know I’m about to fall
Are when I check inside
To find no song at all.

 

Play on, oh heart of mine,
Share songs both joyful and sad.
When I hear you singing,
I know life’s not so bad.

 

I will always listen
To your music, dearest friend.
You always tell the truth;
On you I can depend.

BUTTONS

Buttons come in
All shapes and sizes:
Some are funny;
Others are hot;
Some are okay;
Many are not.

 

Unintended
Reactions catch us:

Some are  instant;
Some filled with tears;
Found in anger;
Coming from fears.

 

Touched off by things
That bring ghosts to life:

Painful memories;
Feeling afraid;
Haunting shadows;
Vows we have made.

 

Time to let go
And heal for a while:
New ways to think;
Truth that is real;
Finding the path
To what we feel.

 

One step each day
Toward wholeness of soul:
Learn to forgive;
Try a fresh view;
Choose healthy ways;
Know the real “you.”

 

Now those buttons
Won’t be so much work:
Some still get pushed;
Some disappear;
Others weaken;
Each is more clear.

 

Settle yourself
As you learn and grow:
Fewer buttons
Hurt when pressed;
More peace and joy
Will keep you best.

MY SELF

I check inside myself;
A quiet, happy voice answers
In a soft, lovely whisper:
It’s me;
My own soul,
Alive and awake.

She’s familiar yet new;
Expressing her thoughts and feelings
With warm enthusiasm;
She’s real;
Full of life;
My bright, joyful self.

SOMETHING CALLED LIFE

How can it be
That thoughts and feelings
Can be so old;
Yet so new,
all at the same time?

What is this thing
Called experience,
Familiar
Yet different;
That challenges us so?

Are they blessings
In subtle disguise
To help us grow,
Make us strong;
Part of who we are?

How do we know
That we are choosing
Paths to wholeness
Set for us,
Holding such promise?

Though we don’t see
The work being done
By healing grace,
She builds us,
She’s making us whole.

On this journey
Through something called life,
Hope and wisdom
Go with me
Until I finish.