
I think the giant woman who came to Luton was telling me I need to carry my own case.
And so I opened it up and took out the rocks and the cobwebs and the skeletons.
And now I can carry it with ease and take responsibility for doing so 😊
Providing a forum to share recovery and to give expression to the child within
I think the giant woman who came to Luton was telling me I need to carry my own case.
And so I opened it up and took out the rocks and the cobwebs and the skeletons.
And now I can carry it with ease and take responsibility for doing so 😊
The power is within me
The power is mine
The power is in me
It's there to be mined
The power is within me
Not the power of the mind
The power of the feminine
A force of a kind
Not the kind that recommends filial piety
More akin to a female deity
It's not like a film script
Where it all falls into place
It daunts and it challenges
It gets in your face
It's the power that is needed
The power that is felt
It's a power to be heeded
To heal and to feel.
It's a force and a power
and it is real
It's angry
It's forceful
It knows what it wants
I won't use it to hurt you
But to heal you
and grow you
and show you,
to know you
Its my power
I know it
My yin for your yang
It's your power that dominates all over the land
I won't use mine to hurt you
But to righten a wrong
Not to whiten, but brighten
and shine the light on
The crimes of the past that still go on.
There's a fire in my belly
Not a fire in the booth
Akala said it,
And I sought out the truth
I have new names and they are “Wounded Healer” and “Story Teller”
the child within
know yourself and you will know the universe and the gods
Temple of Apollo at Delphi
Self knowledge is not enough, but it is a pretty powerful tool!
A friend gave me this poem by Mary Oliver.
I identify …
Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must
take care of what has been
given. Brush her hair, help her
into her little coat, hold her hand,
especially when crossing a street. For, think,
what if you should lose her? Then you would be
sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness
would be yours. Take care, touch
her forehead that she feel herself not so
utterly alone. And smile, that she does not
altogether forget the world before the lesson.
Have patience in abundance. And do not
ever lie or ever leave her even for a moment
by herself, which is to say, possibly, again,
abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult,
sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child.
And amazing things can happen. And you may see,
as the two of you go
walking together in the morning light, how
little by little she relaxes; she looks about her;
she begins to grow.
Toe so sore
Foot pained
I walked so far,
But I have gained
Toe so sore
Foot blistered
I walked all week,
Thoughts unravelled, untwisted
Toe so sore
Foot throbbing
I walked for miles,
‘Til tears became such sobbing
Toe so sore
Foot peeling
I walked along,
For healing
Toe so sore
Foot burning
I walked,
And now I’m turning
Anyone can write a rhyme
So simple, simple, simple
And so these poems, which are mine
Are simple, simple, simple
I’d like to be skilled at poetry
Not simple, simple, simple
But still, the words, they reflect me
And I am not so simple
KEEP IT SIMPLE
“Trust” they whispered, “trust and all will be well”
The child within
We were truly amazed before we were halfway through. I challenge any of you 12 step travellers to watch this to the end without a tear or two coming to your eye!