24 Hour Recovery Connections Part 186
Celebration time!
Celebrating the Joy and Wonder of Sobriety and embracing it TOGETHER are Chloe, Highwind, Timeforchange, Abriella, Me489, Merille, and SoberDave! Keep Flying![
Serving up a refreshing Key Lime Pie Cake and Coconut Mango ice cream.
Love from the Group!
Celebrating the Joy and Wonder of Sobriety and embracing it TOGETHER are Chloe, Highwind, Timeforchange, Abriella, Me489, Merille, and SoberDave! Keep Flying![
Serving up a refreshing Key Lime Pie Cake and Coconut Mango ice cream.
Love from the Group!
Yay, milestoners!!!
BBB- so good to see you again!
Last night I went to a friend's house for a celebratory dinner. Wonderful food and good company. The host, my good friend, had bought a special bottle of sparkly juice just for me-
Felling so blessed.
It is sparkly white here- fresh snow.
24 more hours please.
BBB- so good to see you again!
Last night I went to a friend's house for a celebratory dinner. Wonderful food and good company. The host, my good friend, had bought a special bottle of sparkly juice just for me-
Felling so blessed.
It is sparkly white here- fresh snow.
24 more hours please.
Signing in and committing to 24 more hours of sober living. Today I am going to forgive myself for my past transgressions. I was inspired by the peaceful, fresh snowfall that came overnight that blankets the earths and covers it with a clean slate of pure white. Today my slate is clean. My canvas is fresh and new. I am a new creation.
Lovely post from lovely you, ChloeRose. I can't wait to see the images which you create on that fresh new canvas.
This has reminded me of something that I will post for you in a minute.
“Seeking Inspiration” is a passage of loss, anguish and acceptance. While it is a story of grief and brokenness, it is also a story of healing and of the courage necessary to go on with life and recovery. It is reflective of a griever who has reached acceptance and is now seeking new paths, new beginnings, new ways in which to channel the energies previously devoted to the lost loved one. It is reflective of a poignant and triumphant moment, one indicative of courage, healing, victory and, at last, renewed hunger and desire. I believe it also speaks to the brokenness one experiences in alcoholism and addiction and their path to recovery.
Seeking Inspiration
Canvases on their easels
Too numerous to count
The artist’s life replete with feeling
Full of blessings her accounts.
Each day inspires the artist
Scenes of dreams yet to fulfill
Paint swirls upon the canvas
With brushstrokes never still.
Her work it hangs in glory
Lines the wall, touches the ceiling
Vibrant color tells her story
Layered texture ripe with meaning
Yet joy soon turns to misery
Without warning, in an instant
Dark, bleak and cold become her scenery
Despair and desolation ever constant.
Form and texture once in chorus
Soon of this become devoid
For death wipes clean its surface
All images destroyed.
Grief rocks the artist’s essence
Rakes at heart and mind and soul
Malicious in its vengeance
With destruction as its goal.
Spirit displaced by numbness
Hunger with disregard
No line or stroke upon the canvas
The artist broken, forlorn and scarred
Yet from among the wells of comfort
Soothing voices, softest hands
Fragments of the artist yet unhurt
Are nurtured and withstand.
She summons all her courage
Without weakness, turns the other cheek
She’s arisen from the wreckage
It is inspiration that she seeks.
Amidst a studio ripe with history
And portfolios locked in time
The artist sits as if in sacristy
Holy vessels by her side.
Chalices of pigment ~ tint and tone and hue and color
Pastels, jewels, and casts and dyes.
A cache of fresh new armor
Quills and brushes, fresh supplies.
New life to paint upon the canvas
New purposes, aims, mystiques
Just a word, a thought, a message
It is inspiration that she seeks.
Seeking Inspiration
Canvases on their easels
Too numerous to count
The artist’s life replete with feeling
Full of blessings her accounts.
Each day inspires the artist
Scenes of dreams yet to fulfill
Paint swirls upon the canvas
With brushstrokes never still.
Her work it hangs in glory
Lines the wall, touches the ceiling
Vibrant color tells her story
Layered texture ripe with meaning
Yet joy soon turns to misery
Without warning, in an instant
Dark, bleak and cold become her scenery
Despair and desolation ever constant.
Form and texture once in chorus
Soon of this become devoid
For death wipes clean its surface
All images destroyed.
Grief rocks the artist’s essence
Rakes at heart and mind and soul
Malicious in its vengeance
With destruction as its goal.
Spirit displaced by numbness
Hunger with disregard
No line or stroke upon the canvas
The artist broken, forlorn and scarred
Yet from among the wells of comfort
Soothing voices, softest hands
Fragments of the artist yet unhurt
Are nurtured and withstand.
She summons all her courage
Without weakness, turns the other cheek
She’s arisen from the wreckage
It is inspiration that she seeks.
Amidst a studio ripe with history
And portfolios locked in time
The artist sits as if in sacristy
Holy vessels by her side.
Chalices of pigment ~ tint and tone and hue and color
Pastels, jewels, and casts and dyes.
A cache of fresh new armor
Quills and brushes, fresh supplies.
New life to paint upon the canvas
New purposes, aims, mystiques
Just a word, a thought, a message
It is inspiration that she seeks.
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