A Joy To Be Hidden

“It’s a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found” – D. W Winnicott We were watching a documentary the other day that featured Mariel Hemingway and her family.  “Running From Crazy” spoke to the brokenness of the Hemingways, which of course included the legacy (or anti-legacy, if you will) of her…

Achilles, Heal

It started slowly. An pang here, a twitch there.  A subtle twist around the bend, a tightening up on the turn, a soft throbbing down the hill. Aches and pains are part and parcel of any physical activity. Running especially, considering the pounding the body gets as forces push and pull and bounce around like…

Nothing Is Wrong, But Nothing Seems Right

This seems just a little bit different.  It seems to be clinging on a bit more.  It seems to be a bit deeper.  There is a cloak feeling to it, as opposed to strips of it passing over me like those dull blue scrubbers at the car wash. I can’t put my finger on it,…

Getting The Skinny On The Skinny

  Here’s how it happened:   I am running and starting to see some changes in my body. I am losing some weight and I am starting to look and feel better. I am starting to think that perhaps I need to lose just a little bit more, quicker, so that I can run better. I am so…

Tale Wagging The Dog

We all have them. Those stories.  You know the ones – the little tales and fables that we create and tell ourselves over and over again.  And sometimes trumpet to others.  The stories that we act out on.  The ones we rehearse and perform and perfect and groom and preen and fuss over.  The ones…

Who Do You Think You Are?

One of the greatest struggles I have had in my recovery so far is the question of who am I? Or namely, who am I meant to be?  And that is really what it comes down to.  Who am I meant to be, rather than who do I think I should be?  I lived a life…

Painting Spaces

There are times when you can’t shut me up. Sure, I am an introverted soul – I am more apt to sit quietly amongst the Giants of Gregariousness and soak in the ambiance rather than holding court amongst semi-strangers.  But get me one-on-one and tickle me with a topic that wets my goat, and I…

Bottoms Up

There’s lot of talk about bottoms that happens in and around recovery. And we ain’t talking Daisy Dukes, y’all. It’s something we hear in the public vernacular, especially when it comes to another fall from grace from someone more often found in Star magazine rather than star-k naked and running around traffic in some sort…

Brand New All Over Again

This is a piece I wrote a few weeks ago for a treatment center alumni weekly newsletter.  My old treatment center, in fact, and one that I work with on a regular basis.  I wanted to share this here on my blog. She found it while cleaning up. My wife, sorting through some shelves, found…

Bromancing The Stone

My son and I have a new favourite show.  Now, the only time I ever indulge in TV is when my six-year-old is watching.  I just think most of the cartoons are ridiculous and enjoy the skew they have towards adults.  And they’re cartoons.  ‘Nuff said.  The show we like watching is Sanjay and Craig. …