Category: Spirituality
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My grandmother had little in the way of formal education by today’s standards. She didn’t get a 4-year college degree. She never owned a car. My grandparents had an outhouse until my father and his brothers finally built them an indoor bathroom. She didn’t get a telephone until I was already a teenager. And yet…
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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…
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I fought through darkness of terror and pain,and I survived because of love. I rode through the storms like Thunor,and screamed as I gained hard-won wisdom like Woden,as I fought through the blackest halls where shadows whispered lies. It was the love of my wife and sons that saw me through,when I was in darkness…
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For so long I drifted in a darkness deeper than any seaDespair stuck to me like a cold chill, whispering that I would never be free.Hope, then a fragile ember, had dimmed to ash,and ancient demons, hungry mouthed and hollow eyed,fed on the marrow of my spirit. Then the mountains called.We came to this high…
Whispering Wyrd 