My Thoughts

With the dawn of this beautiful second day of 2018, I woke with the whisper of promises.  It's ironic in so many ways -- life!  My students have been doing "issue projects" this year.  Designed to challenge them to represent their feelings about important issues, I've learned more about my own issues, I feel. In addition to addiction, co-dependency and enabling are behaviors / words that must be addressed for true recovery to happen.  Over the years as I've struggled with my own reactions to the addiction issues and attended Al-Anon, I've learned many things about healthy lifestyles and true recovery.  From an early age, I've prayed for and sought recovery for my family.  In many ways, so much of my jadedness comes from an unfulfilled wish, an unanswered prayer, for recovery in my own family.  When my daughters became addicts - well.............not only were my childhood prayers / hopes unrealized, but the disease had spread through me to my children; an

original date 09/11/2015 There is truly something special about this time of year........I can almost touch it, that beckoning sensation called Autumn.  Each day, it gets closer and closer.  Like a hot and sticky day running crazily from a rain, Autumn seems to wait just outside these last few hot and sticky days of summer, and with patience, the reward will be a cool rush of relief. ****** Like so many other beginnings, this small tidbit from 2.5 years ago has sat in draft mode, uncompleted, waiting to be shared.  I don't even remember writing it, the context for its creation long since gone like the 2 Autumns since it's beginning. A constant is my love for Autumn and the waited anticipation of its arrival each Summer's end.  As Winter begins to fade slowly into Spring now, I know that in a few months, Autumn will once again beckon beyond the hot sticky days, and I will have another chance to enjoy the cool breezes and slower days. *** Sep 2019 and the sweet pr