Eleven Months

Eleven months of sobriety came and went quietly. At 11 months I pause to remember the suffering, to allow it to sit. I remember then so I can appreciate even more, the now. So I can remember why I have to pursue mindfulness and healing now and always.

The Truth Bus

The cold hard facts…

Cause and effect
desperate actions cause for desperate measures
all behaviours have consequences
It’s fucking gravity…

Magic Eraser

An iron oxide
usually red like blood
funny coincidence
formed by the redox reaction of iron and oxygen
in the presence of water or air moisture