NEVER AGAIN

salt falls
on ink blue ocean
like bullets
in slow motion
deafening sound
Soul can not drown-
machine gun
angry stacatto
death of a love song.

RAMPARTS

There you are
Still telling me what to do.
So here i am
Not waiting for you...


There is no invisible string
Tied too thin-
Only the Wind
Blowing where She wants to sing.

Like Swayze said
I'm a young- old -Man...

Still -Waking up is the plan
I never do the best i can.

Thank you for this exercise-
Learning is always a surprise...

Letting go into the fall
These walls,
Not too tall at all.

Wounded Healers

She keeps looking at me

For something that's wrong...

And I promise her that,

It will not take long.

I don't think we were placed here

For perfection,

But to Love and Forgive ...

For our own Redemption...

Wounded Healers...

Will tell you no lies.

AA Texas Convention 2011

Has it been a year since I last blogged? Time flows like a rushing river... splashing over and over the winding path... its time to enjoy the ride! :)

There were 1,400 sober men and women at this years convention... and the gist of it all- reminds me what all of us together can do, that alone we could not. There were a couple of speakers that talked about transformation that takes place in one who pursues the Spiritual Path... but what of those who do not make it? What of those who die or remain in an irritable and painful state while attempting to do this Spiritual Practice.... are they "losers" for not having had the transformation? NO!! Not at all.... Some people who have heart disease recover, ... others do not. Some people with diabetes can contain the disease.... other's die from it. It is a disease, period. End of story.

At one of the breaks in between speakers, a woman waves at me frantically~ "Hello, remember me?" Her beauty was striking and I thought, ... surely, I would have remembered this woman if we had met... "Um, maybe we met at a meeting here or in San Marcos?" I was grasping, trying to connect the dots... "No, she said... and I could see the disappoint me in her eyes...

The next day, she grabbed me and pulled me to the side, " You used to work at the Women's Shelter" and you shared your story of Recovery... you have greatly impacted my life and I Just wanted to tell you thank you!" I was washed away in that River, this time of gratitude for our paths having crossed... for the chance to throw a Life Jacket, Hope. So that she too can have the chance and miracle of a life of happiness, joy and freedom!!!!! Grace permeates all... whether we grab a hold of the Hope, or die from the not being able to latch on.. . . We are just passing thru this life after all... and the Old man river.... Fr. Time, never lets us forget.

Gratitude

Where does the time go ?? I turned the page this new year by moving into San Antonio and it has been a fast read... I'm finding myself wanting to slow down and enjoy this place. . .

It has occurred to me that I have been hurried about the "business" of taking care of others and have hardly noticed that the majority of the summer has gone by. This quiet miracle, that has not demanded pomp or blinding lights has not gone unnoticed... it has secretly been slipped under the Tree. The heat has lost its fierce punch , much as the cold winter morn bares no bite in the midst of all the presents!!

Gratitude... it changes EVERYTHING. :-)

Poem by Rumi

LOOKING FOR LOVE

A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so that the one
I love is everywhere?
--rumi

... in the middle of the dark... storm, pouring rain. The illuminating sun. In the love making and the heart breaking. God is in the middle of it all. Do not cage the bird or clip its wings and it will return from love to love.

--delizza

Not Home Yet

Sand blowing hard, castles in the shifting places...

Some call "home".

I roam the present moment...

Clinging to its power and becoming less and less

What I thought "I" ... should be.