Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

This is so true. Even if it something we don't know how to do.

Yesterday was my clean date anniversary. Thirty-six years. I had no clue how not to use. People in the meetings said just stick with us...do what we say. I thought they were bullshit. But when you hit a bottom as hard as I hit...what other choice is there?

What have I learned? The material things do not matter. Yea yea...you need money...but I know lots of people with way less that are totally happy. So here we are...on this path. Where does it end? Our death. No matter what path you choose...you still end up dead. So doesn't it make sense...since all paths lead to the same place...that you walk a path that makes you happy? As a recovering addict...I do not know what makes me happy. But I do know what makes me messed up. Isn't it the same thing? Instead of walking a path that makes you happy...can't you walk a path that doesn't put you in a bad space? I know this sounds simple...but to those like me...it took me 20 years of being clean to understand that it really is that simple.

I do not need to have all the answers. All I need to do is show up...and give it my best. So yea...people...don't get stuck in the bologna around us. Just keep those feet moving as you seek the happiness you deserve. And sometimes...you are given a second chance for a reason. Don't be afraid of that. You can always change your path later. It is the journey.
 
jpeg_1673224335000~2.jpgHeart on the mend...
sometimes you just have to allow your healing heart to be a home for another creature...


I was really taken with this sculptural multi media piece I saw in a gallery in Mexico last month.
I don't know exactly what kind of bird that is... but the beak tells me it's a pollinator... and pollinators make the world go round. ❤️
 
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She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.

- Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

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