Whispering Wyrd
The Healing Web
Category: Buddhism
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I spent most of my life searching for a spiritual path that I could feel and see the truth in. One that was me, not one I was told to believe or threatened with hell if I didn’t. One that I could feel the truth of with every fiber of my being. Christianity never did…
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Is there ever such a thing as a “holy war”? Personally, I think not. Ever. Yet there seems to be a growing “chorus”, particularly among some Evangelicals,suggesting otherwise. There are even reports of military leaders framing the war with Iran in explicitly religious terms, as if it were somehow tied to bringing about the Parousia,…
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The body remembers things even when the mind forgets. Every trauma specialist knows this. I think addiction specialists know it too, because trauma and addiction go hand in hand. I’ve never met an addict who didn’t carry some form of trauma, and addiction itself becomes its own kind of trauma. But here’s a cool story that…
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There is a quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln that says, “I care not for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.” I’ve always loved that quote because it reveals something simple but profound… if what we believe doesn’t make us kinder, then what good is it? To me, it…
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Until recently, when I looked back on my life, I did so with regret. A lot of regret. Regret for things I said and did in my younger years, especially during active alcoholism and addiction. It felt like my life was a fast, loud car with my foot pressed all the way down on the…
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Something I have found since getting clean and something I now practice every single day is gratitude. Please don’t think I say that lightly either. Gratitude has really changed my life in ways I never could have expected or imagined. In my younger years, especially during active alcoholism and addiction, I didn’t feel grateful for…
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Some mornings, the path isn’t a windy mountain trail. It’s the distance between your bed and the bathroom. It’s the weight of your tired arms and legs, the fog in your brain, and the familiar ache of a tired body. Today is one of those days for me. I’m writing this on very little sleep,…
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It was cold and windy yesterday as I took my daily walk. Very cold. But unless the weather is utterly unbearable, I walk. I even walk in the rain here. For me, there’s just something about being in and surrounded by the mountains that heals me and clears my mind. After I complete my rounds…
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I’ve always tried to keep this blog free of politics. That choice is intentional. We live in a world saturated with outrage, division, and headlines designed to keep us in a constant state of alarm. My writing has been meant to be a place of refuge from all that. A place to breathe, to reflect,…
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Yesterday marked one year since my last benzodiazepine. For so long, this date was a horizon I wasn’t sure I’d ever reach. A promise, a fear, a measuring stick. I waited with hope, dread, and exhaustion. Now it has come and gone. What I find is not fireworks or finality, but a quiet, surprising spaciousness…
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