I Am
I am not the tension in my shouldersI am a warm summer breezeI am not my hypertensionI am a warm summer breezeI am not the give out in my kneesI am a warm summer breezeI am not the tight muscles in my hipsI am a warm summer breezeI am not the extra cushion around my...
An ACA Meeting
An ACA meeting is an island of sanity in a world gone mad. Miriam C
Truth and Heart
I watch your eyesthe tilt of your headcurve of your lipsah, you need happinessthe way you slumpor mumble your wordsand fidgetyou long for touchyour quick tongueand stomping feetas you rant and waveif only someone would listencue sparkle in my eyesthrow back my...
Grape Hyacinths
When my father sold the family home after her death I found the rusty trowel in the garage, duga few from the front yard and dropped them into a plastic bag. We lived on Willow Drive back then and when I openly wished for a willow tree for the front yard I only heard...
Remplacements et métamorphose
Il y a longtemps, ma mère biologique racontait une histoire-énigme : « Pierre avait un couteau. La lame a cassé, alors il a changé la lame. Le manche a cassé, alors il a changé le manche. Tout a été remplacé. Est-ce toujours le couteau de Pierre ? » J’étais...
Why Our Group Uses a Timer for Our Member Shares
Through the years we had experiences where some people frequently dominated the meeting by taking more than what would be considered their fair share of time during the personal sharing portion. It was always our intent to provide the opportunity to share to everyone...
Loneliness
I realized lately that my parents did not have friends when I was growing up.Their relationship was adversarial at best. No modeling of a loving relationship, or modeling about having friends. No wonder I have had some difficulties with those! I moved...
Hands and Disconnection
I was left-handed and wrote letters mirror image until my dad shamed me about that, then I turned them around, of course, to please him.Letters seemed to be the first experience where Left or Right mattered.I was given special scissors by my dadscissors...
My Spiritual Experience
Start with the courage to let go of what and whom I cannot change. I let it go and I feel It, what some of us choose to call God. When I surrender instead of “fixating” on things, places, circumstances and people I am unable to “fix”, my mind gains the necessary space...
Inventory – Dreaded Inventory
A searching and fearless moral inventory? With lots of fear and trepidation. I don’t like the word fearless; it’s not true. I’ll use the word courageous instead. Whose inventory? Those who harmed me? After all, they are at fault. My parents, my coworkers, the toxic...