New Perspectives

Oftentimes I tell the people I meet about my transformation; how much I’ve changed since entering recovery and coming to believe. The way I usually describe it is that all of these changes are internal… they can’t be seen. Well, aside from the fact that you won’t “see” me drinking anymore. Sometimes I refer to…

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My Mind’s Eye

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. Erma Bombeck I’ve been feeling off today. I found the above quote when I was looking for inspiration, and it hit the nail smack dab on the head! Sometimes, when I’m working on my writing, photographs, or art, that little obnoxious voice…

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Inquisitive

When you’re curious, you find lots of interesting things to do. Walt Disney This was one of those unique moments, when you see something that you just don’t see every day. Word of the Day Challenge: Unique

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Dreams in the Mist

I don’t know if anyone else ever falls into this trap, but I constantly find myself trying to turn my dreams—or the things I love—into some kind of product, as if they’re things I need to own. It’s like the person who loves to swim, who’ll never be satisfied until their backyard has a pool……

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Keep Dreaming

My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white— Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette— They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even…

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The Shack

Far beneath the jagged cliff … Where men are seldom seen, A dilapidated shack … Lies in the dark ravine. Beaten by the fog and mist … Its coverings worn thin, Things were said to go awry… When Enmity moved in. —Janet— Three Things Challenge: Mist, Shack, Cliff Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Enmity I’m really enjoying…

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Ghost Town

Facades and foundations are all that remain, Of the city from which her spirit once came. Underneath the dust, and the rubble there lay, Narrow streets lined with gold… least that’s what they say. During one summer, when the moon shone just right, A man’s said to have seen her, There dancing at night. It’s…

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The Pursuit (A Poem)

Pursued out of slumber Into the dead of the nightMy dreams interruptedBy belligerent waves of light —Janet Inspired by the Word of the Day Challenge: Belligerent

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