View From The Top

There are hundreds of paths up the mountain, all leading in the same direction, so it doesn’t matter which path you take.  The only one wasting time is the one who runs around and around the mountain, telling everyone else that their path is wrong.” – Hindu Teaching I once heard a speaker on tape…

Breaking Anonymity, Or The Unmasking Of El Hijo Del Santo

I received an email yesterday from a woman whose son is an alcoholic and who has been struggling alongside her boy and his illness.  I recall talking to the young man last summer over the phone, who had planned on getting into the old treatment center I went to.  He was unsure of this proposition,…

Zen And The Art Of Bicycle Repair

I like my bike.  It’s my mode of transportation – in many ways.  It gets me to and from work.  It also takes me out of my head or it gets me thinking about things that the D-Day din of my mind doesn’t normally allow me to ponder.  It whisks me away from the hot…

Seasons of Recovery

Simon, from Journey of an Alcoholic, mentioned something about the cyclical nature of recovery and life in general in one of his comments here recently.  He also recently wrote a follow up in a post called “Circles”.  I found this inspiring and was going to do a post on this as well, writing about the…

I Expect You To Read This

I’ve done it again. There you were,  seamlessly switching between The History of The Stapler on Discovery, playing Mega Extreme Chinese Checkers online and munching on your fourth tepid tofu taquito, when BOOM!  There it was – I put an expectation on you.  Huh?  Where did that come from, you ask, licking the lumpy guac…

Dodging And Burning…Or Life Can’t Be Photoshopped.

I really used to be into photography – back when chemicals and darkrooms and countless hours developing paper in washes and acids was exciting and yet painfully tedious.  No “erase” buttons on the cameras back then.  Just hoping that the f Stops and depths-of-field were correct.  Bracket shots just in case.  Have lots of film…

A One Way Ticket To Palookaville

I often hear people talk about “battling” alcoholism.  We “fight” for our lives, that we “take on” this addiction and often we “overcome” it.   I understand what they are talking about.  We as a society love a good ol’ dust-up or even a donnybrook.  We like to see the David’s topple the Goliath’s.  We…

Less Is More…More Or Less

I have heard alcoholism called “the disease of more”.  I have also heard it been called “the disease of perception”.  There are some other comparisons that it’s been made to, and they are all valid in their own ways.  But for some reason, “the disease of more” always struck me as being closest to how…

Take A Penny Leave a Penny

I wasn’t supposed to be there. On my way to one of my favourite Thursday meetings, the dynamic duo of slow drivers and driving rain conspired to thwart my efforts in arriving there at a goodly time.  I knew of the local meeting by my house, so I drove back around, grabbed a Ventastic Quintuple…