Category: Living Spiritually After Healing
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I woke today after nightmares once more haunted me. I was relieved to see the light of day, to wash away the horrors I did see. It was just another dream, no matter how painfully real it seemed. I am safe here in this sacred place, despite the shadows that I used to face. I placed my palms together and whispered a…
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Here in the mountains of northern New Mexico, October feels like the world exhales after the long heat of summer. The air shifts. The light changes. The mountains take on that deep, quiet glow as the days grow shorter, and the sun hangs lower and weaker in the sky. But the real magic, for me,…
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My favorite place to go in my town isn’t actually in the town at all. It sits above it, high in the mountains, at a place called Aspen Vista. It’s beautiful in every season, but in the fall it becomes something otherworldly. People come from far and wide to see the aspens as their leaves…
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The first impression I would like to give people is that I’m safe to be around. For most other people that probably isn’t much of a problem. But when I was on the drugs, and alcohol before that, over the years I got tattoos on my face and neck. Those tattoos make people, understandably, assume…
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Moments of peace come through, soft and gentle as moonlight. Allowing me to return home to myself. After such a long and arduous journey of drug withdrawal, these moments are like being embraced by gentleness itself. Life in these moments is so very precious, moments stretched into eternity. Knowing, finally, that I am beloved, as are all other…
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I don’t usually join the daily writing prompts, but this one speaks directly to my heart. Because the truth is simple… A place of breathtaking beauty, and for me, a place of profound healing. Right here where I have lived for the last 5 years. I’ll be 60 years old in a few months. For…
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The mountains do not stand, they watch.Their granite faces remember the first dawnand whisper names in the language of stone. The streams do not flow, they sing.They coil around my feet like silver serpents,telling stories older than the bones in the earth. The forest does not grow, it breathes.Each tree is a guardian, each root…
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I was going to wait until the actual ten month anniversary (in three days) of being free from benzos, but I want to say this now. I need to say it now. I have the best family and extended family anyone could hope for. They’ve seen me through withdrawals, through fear and pain, and they…
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I am healing,I can feel things I’ve never felt before!The mountain forests and the ravens are more than just trees and birds. They are reminders and messengersthat we are all a part of something larger.We are all parts of the web of life. I couldn’t articulate this before,with my spirit clouded with drugs.But now I am…
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I walk within the Sacred,mountains rise like ancient cathedrals,streams sing hymns through the stones,and forests lift their green prayers to the sky. Some seek peace in temples built by hands.I find it in the soft wind against my skin,in the deep speech of ravens circling above. No one need explain the Sacred to me,it lives…
Whispering Wyrd 