pause

The muse has been struggling of late - you may have noticed lol. Long covid has left me with the frustration of being unable to gather my thoughts and put them together coherently. Am hoping this is changing. Today I managed a semi blog for a FB post.... thought I would share it here I … Continue reading pause →

a damp squib

A squib is a small explosive. A damp one is one that just splutters without the required fizz and bang. My partner is a Red Hot Rager. Like a firework his anger burns hot and then it’s done. He never holds resentments or keeps score. I am more the old Mosquito coil. I sit there … Continue reading a damp squib →

the accidental athlete

As a young immigrant growing up in NZ in the 70s, it was a challenge for a non-athletic girl. I was uncoordinated; a bit unfit and not really interested in sport, either participating or watching – it didn’t make living in a sports obsessed country that comfortable. I swear most NZers are born with a … Continue reading the accidental athlete →

shared paths

Freddie n Me This summer I became an amateur cyclist – I say amateur, because I have started at the very basic level. “Freddie” is a bright pink, non E bike, with a basket. I wear no lycra, and plan to scale no mountains and will generally use her to just get some exercise and … Continue reading shared paths →

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As the years turn over, I normally write a Shit List for the year, and toss it into the dying embers of the Pizza Oven. Sending away all the crap that has come or hung around. It’s very cathartic – both the writing and the burning. It gets some of those circular thoughts out of … Continue reading 1 1 22 →

800 days

They say every journey starts with a single step Unbeknownst to me, 800 days ago I took that first step. I say unbeknownst because I didn’t actually choose Recovery, I kinda fell into it. As some of you know, my family and I had gone through a decade or so of back to back medical … Continue reading 800 days →

#SelfCareSunday

As part of my Recovery journey, I recently started #SelfcareSunday. I take Sunday to sleep in, turn my ph to mute including staying off Social Media; and only check it every hour or so to make sure I haven’t missed any urgent messages. I read, meditate, walk, write, and often cook. Its just a day … Continue reading #SelfCareSunday →

coming out of the shadows

The original blog that was born in a meeting; but was side-tracked by Hands… It doesn’t matter how or why, but when you come to the path of recovery from MH problems including addiction and depression, at some stage it feels like your old life was hazy, dark, and full of secrets. A life lived … Continue reading coming out of the shadows →

touching

As you grow older, you will discover you have 2 hands One for helping yourself One for helping others -Audrey Hepburn A blog that started in one direction and took a wee detour… My request for photos to add to a blog, turned into an avalanche of photos, each of which told a personal story. … Continue reading touching →

…and the damage done

"I've seen the needle and the damage doneA little part of it in everyoneBut every junkie's like a settin' sun" -Neil Young Needle In and the Damage Done Time, and meditation has softened this version of this blog; its origins lie in a very sad and discouraged place……. If you love an addict in any … Continue reading …and the damage done →