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Mommy and her medicine

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

This might come as stunningly apparent to some but Yes I am a holic.
I am a me a you an every body. It seems my brain has had a gasm for a week now.

Really on every level, I want you, the reader to look me in the pixel-ated eye here. I am baring my fearless soul once and for all on this website that began as a wimsy has now become me and now I unadulterated share me.
My questioning soul has merged with many minds only to find that the void I feel in me is similar to others.

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Firstly
I am a long time quitter I am an expert at quitting.

Cigarettes, especially.
I love the highs the lows, the sharing the mourning. Long dark periods of solitude that friends allow you to go through, the health kick then suddenly one morning everything becomes all too clear. All too clean and boring so damn boring even silence is noisy. My skin is itchy and I want to get into a pigeons face and yell its little beak off. Just because.

Well this has been going on for quite some time Please refer to (http://www.amazon.com/Missing-Piece-Meets-Big/dp/0060256575) This book is a good reference to what I am going through. (If you have no $ for it just go read it at the chapters in the children’s section for 10 minutes.. totally mind blasting!)

Ok then,  each time I am close to my next lets call it ’stage’, random people flow in and out of my life some just happening to be A.A savant’s some Buddhists some hippies.
Long story short, despite walking out of many ‘recovery’ meetings after one session. I think after years of hapless home remedy and hit and miss pop psychology I am on my forth step..

http://www.step12.com/step-4.html
Blows my mind.

The only problem is I NEVER semantically understood the forth step nor still don’t its like a brain block… And the last recovering alcoholic I have talked to says they don’t either. So maybe I am stuck here any suggestions? Its like some weird parallel universe has merged.
Anyone for Chuck Palahniuk?

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Love

Friday, January 9th, 2009

What is love?
You tell me…
Is it romance. Roses, candles, bear-skin rugs.
Or family, friends? Charity?
I think we can assume it has many petals and flows from the same source.
A life without love is obvious to a romantic, lifeless.
In the practical/health sense there are other forms of love; a distanced love with boundaries that allow for healing or personal space.
There is the scales of self love from self care  all the way to narcissism.

Vanity smurf

Vanity smurf

There is lack of ability to self love that is like a pattern that is passed on. I compare this to addictions and dependences (to anything). Sometimes not knowing how to know ones self or what one needs can lead to this.

Fear can make us not reach out for help and support and keep us in these cycles.

Love can set us free of these. Sometimes it takes a lifetime…

The melodies that flow throw ones life leave an impact. Sometimes the melody of a soul can allow your own song to come clear.
Why am I pondering this?

Perhaps its because most discussions people have secretly surround this deep mystery; Where is the love? Am I getting enough? What is love? Who is love? Am I loved? It is a big subject in the undertow of everyone’s lives whether they think consciously of it or not.

Wanting to go home ..

Sunday, December 28th, 2008

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happySometimes I want to home. Not to my family right now, but to that place I remember feeling complete. I realize now in my older age, it is a sensation not a place.

Its the place I used to be when I was six. Hanging a self made kite with a huge smiley face out my window. It was made from sticks and could never pick up wind but I would reel it down over my window ledge, gleefully and hopeful as a 6 year old child could be. Wish-filled and happy even to see it dangle past the neighbors window.

People in the yard outside my apartment used to look at me sweetly as a child that had no knowledge of physics but the optimism of a child.

I was content. In joy as life is.

Today I asked my best friend if she ever wished to go home. Before I could go on I was cut off by a confused yet determined “No”.

I realized the pursuit for knowledge and religion are some how tied to this sensation. When I re-entered university I felt slightly at home because I was about to discover a whole new world whether it liked me or not) And philosophy strummed at this vein of what I could call ’sentiment’.

Its a need that is motivated by more at heart.

I get the same content feeling when I stare out my window or get a the chance to take in the splendor of the stars without city lights. This is home. That sense of wonder.

Although the stars make me feel more alone and whole at the same time

Somewhat like the description I found of the Hebrew word shin

‘The secret of the shin is “the flame [Divine Revelation] bound to the coal [Divine Essence].” A simmering coal actually possesses an invisible flame within it, which emerges and ascends from the surface of the coal when the coal is blown upon. The three levels: coal, inner flame, and outer flame, correspond to the secret of chash-mal-mal, as will be explained in the next letter, the tav.

One of the meanings of the word shin in Hebrew is shinui, “change.” The coal symbolizes changeless essence, the secret of the verse: “I am God, I have not changed,” meaning that relative to God’s Essence absolutely no change has occurred from before Creation to after Creation. The inner flame is the paradoxical latent presence of the power of change within the changeless. The outer flame of the shin is continuously in a state of motion and change.’(http://www.inner.org/HEBLETER/SHIN.HTM)’

What I take from this basic explanation is that shin is somewhat the sensation of wholeness all the while knowing change is permanent.

I may not completely understand the symbolism of the shin word but I have taken from it what I see is true.

My next pressing question was do all these feelings lead to one thing?

All these pursuits of knowledge, needs for satisfaction are they under one box i.e work, friends, spirituality? Or is that part of the spice of life- variety that keeps me coming back yet with the same drive to answer a question un-said?Ever searching, wanting to expand my self (in metaphoric way) while at once feeling one, as if nothing has truly changed.

Sometimes I wish it were simple I wish I could go ‘home’ and I would have no need for such foolishness on my mind.

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