Awakening Through Love

Awakening Through Love

What do I want to be when I grow up?



I've always been envious of people who seemed to know from early on what they wanted to do with their lives.  There are the musicians, artists, actors, authors, athletes, etc. that we see in the media, living their passions.  Most people I know do not jump out of bed eager to get to their job!

I joined the military out of high school so that I could get my college paid for and haphazardly chose to get a B.S. in Business Administration, because I thought it would be the most marketable degree.  I went to school at night part time for eight years while working full time as a Legal Secretary to obtain my degree.  My son was born one week before I graduated. 

I continued working in the legal field for a while, followed by a couple of years as a Personnel Manager and most recently as a Catering/Sales Manager helping people plan their corporate and social events.

The last few years I've been thinking about what career I'd like to have that would fill me with joy.   I feel bored and trapped working in an office setting.  I tried making a list of my interests, such as travel, organizing, photography, interior design, real estate agent, and health/wellness, to name a few.  I would then think about the additional schooling that would be required or the risk involved with starting a business and would stay stuck.

My main passion is travel and I've been blessed the last few years to be able to travel extensively.  I realize that travel and adventure is my passion and that is when I feel most alive and joy-filled.  I've been reading about successful people and how they've made their dreams come to fruition. 

They all basically follow the same recipe to success.  They have a burning desire, which they create a definite, detailed plan for carrying out that desire and envision themselves several times a day living that desire. 

There is no better time to start than today!

Current Events and Feelings



I will start a two month assignment with the Census Bureau as a Crew Leader in a couple of weeks.  I will be training people to do the door-to-door work.  There will be some evening and weekend work...for a total of 40 hrs. per week.  I am grateful that I will have some income!  J started his job Friday evening.  His Aunt, where he's staying...said she'll be working from home two days a week, so she could take him to work on those days.  There may be an opening for daytime shift in a few weeks because one of the workers may need surgery, and J's friend, who is on that shift could transport him.  That's what we're hoping for!

J's initial enthusiasm has been replaced with a sense of depression and anxiety...which he may be saving for me.  I'm quite sure around his friends/girlfriend, he acts differently.  Perhaps this is his subconscious way of "acting out" to pull me back into my old patterns.  His allergies have started acting up again...probably from the smoking...which I'm sure contributes to "crankyness".  I really haven't seen him much since he's been out.  He spent Thursday and Friday evening at a friend's place with his girlfriend and the last two evenings at his Aunt's.

He has court tomorrow for the DUI and will most likely have to serve 20 days in jail, but there's a good chance he won't have to serve the time for a few months because of over-crowded jail conditions.  This is weighing on his mind...along with his credit card debt.  His father told him that he'd help him get it paid off within a year.


I've been busy gardening, powerwashing the deck, spray painting lawn furniture etc. and making a list of "classic" books that I'd like to read.  I'm paying attention to my thoughts/feelings as they surface and noticed that while I was doing the back breaking yard work, I felt resentment that my husband wasn't helping much...especially when he was on the phone for an hour in the garage...or went to a friend's house to target shoot. 

I would try to switch my thoughts to ones of gratitude that I had the time and energy to do the work.  It doesn't have to be on my time schedule and to my level of thoroughness!
Gratitude:

J is safe and sober
I got a job
Free will & choice
My crockpot...easy cooking
Life

Peace, love and blessings

Home...Sweet Home


I picked J up from rehab at 10am.  While I was waiting in the car for him, another lady waiting in her vehicle spoke to me as our sons were coming out and said that she was scared.  I asked her why and she said of not knowing if this is it…meaning the last time!


J and I hugged each other and he picked me up…he was so happy to be out! He wanted me to bring a pack of cigarettes with me, so he immediately lit one up.  The first stop was his probation officer, followed by home.

He was on the phone for a while, talking to different friends.  He went through his closet and pulled out a stack of shirts that he’s had for years and then wanted to go shopping.  We went to an outlet mall, but didn’t find anything since he’s 6’9” tall, so we went to another store and bought some new socks, undershirts, etc.  He decided he will order a few things online.   He hates to shop and started to get very anxious.

Later in the car, I said that I suspected he was getting used to “delayed gratification”, in relation to having to wait for things while in jail/rehab and now for the clothes.  He said that was odd because they had talked about that topic in one of his classes at the rehab.

He mentioned a few times, that he was trying to take it all in…the freedom!  I guess it was a little overwhelming after being locked up for six months.

I was talking to him about his Aunt’s condo where he will be staying part of the time and mentioned that the extra bedroom smells like urine from their dog, even though it’s been shampooed…so he said…oh that’s great…then I mentioned that their dog is an ankle biter…so he said oh that’s really great! He cracked me up the way he said it…it felt good to laugh with him!

We went out to dinner...which made him a little nervous because according to probation he’s not supposed to be in any establishment that serves alcohol.  Almost all restaurants serve alcohol!  I said in the future we could get take out.  Anyway, after coming back home, I played Guitar Hero with him.

He told me stories about how some of the men in the rehab were sent to prison for taking drugs that were given to them during visitation from family!  They would do regular and random drug testing.

He already has a job working 60-70 hours a week that he will start on Monday in a machine shop.  It’s the same job he had been doing for a couple of weeks before he went to jail back in August.  The hours are 3rd shift, 4pm-4am, and we discussed it during dinner.  I said that I would drive him to/fro, which means I will be getting up at 3:30am 5-6 days per week.  It is a temporary solution, because I need to start working also!

He thanked me for driving him places, for purchasing the clothes, for dinner, etc.  His girlfriend is picking him up and they’re going to a friend’s house.  He said he will probably spend the night there.  I made it clear that she cannot spend the night here…and since he’s a red blooded young male…well you know what I mean.

I am taking it day by day and today...I am grateful for the time spent with my son!

Trusting our Gut & God


We’ve all heard that it’s important in many situations to be able to “trust our gut” or “intuition” regarding many decisions in our life.  These feelings can cause us to decide not to date someone or to move to a city that we’ve just visited that we know is our new “home”. Sometimes, we’ve forged ahead with a decision although there is that internal voice/feeling saying…no…don’t do it!


As a child we heard the phrases, “Look before you leap. Stop and think. Don't judge a book by its cover."  Instinct, or intuition, remains in us as adults, but is usually underdeveloped. Instinct is insight based not on reason, but on awareness. When we allow it back into our consciousness, we can become more effective in many areas of life.

We need to increase our self-awareness and when we suppress our feelings, we actually hinder this awareness.  Acknowledging and identifying our feelings is the beginning of this process. Asking ourselves, “How am I feeling now, about this situation or person?”

We also need to be aware of others’ feelings and motivations, by being a good listener…not just to the words…but to the nonverbal communication.

"He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened."
-- Tao Te Ching

When I married my first husband, I had that internal voice, but I was 29 years old and my biological time clock was ticking…I wanted a child!  There were other instances where I wanted to give the person the benefit of the doubt and buried that voice that was nagging me.  Of course, there are situations that I went with my “gut feeling”.  One such instance, was when my son was a baby and was ill with a fever of 103.  I had traveled by plane to visit my mother-in-law and she didn’t think he needed to go to the hospital, but I insisted and he had pneumonia.

These feelings seem to emerge from our inner being, but actually begin with a perception of something outside—a facial expression, a tone of voice, a visual inconsistency so fleeting you're not even aware you noticed.

I believe that intuition is a combination of our brain’s stored knowledge from past experiences and also our emotional state of being.  We’ve heard the term “paralysis by analysis”…if we try to make decisions without heeding our emotional feelings, then we tend to take too many details into account and take an hour to decide which detergent is best to buy.  Or on the converse, we can make bad choices, if we only let emotion guide us, especially in areas we don’t have much expertise or knowledge of.

Many of us believe what we want to believe…denial.  It is possible to justify just about anything: the brain is great at coming up with reasons.  As parents or the spouse of an addict, our emotions…fear, guilt, anger…tend to guide us because we are so vested in the outcome.  Many of us have built up experiences of dealing with some of the issues from our childhood, but they were also experiences that were driven through emotion.

When we’ve been lied to, stolen from, cheated on, it is difficult to trust again.  Trusting ourselves and God is a good place to start!

Couldn't Sleep...



I got up at 4:15 am this morning...couldn't sleep...I think because I jogged 2 miles yesterday.  Although I've been active doing Yoga twice a week and went for a 13 mile bike ride last Thursday, I have to recondition myself to jogging at least 3 x per week and then my sleep is not affected. 

Or, it could be the new vitamins I started taking...too much energy!  My husband got up during the night to sleep in the guest bedroom and he just came in and said that he couldn't sleep because I was snoring and smacking my lips...embarrassing...he is a very light sleeper though!

J was not approved for his home visit on Saturday because he didn't get the paperwork turned in far enough in advance.  He handled it really well, probably because he knows he's being released on Wednesday.  It was a disappointment...I had purchased steaks to grill for dinner and we had plans to go out to eat for breakfast and lunch. 



I made good use of my time though...I went to the landscaping store with my husband's truck and got a ton of gravel to put below the deck and twelve stepping stones to make a path from the driveway to the lower level porch and deck...and dug the spaces out in the dirt for placing them.  I need fourteen more...so off to the landscaping store today!  My husband was a bit upset because the truck is not made for that much weight...and he was concerned that it might damage the axle or something like that!  Too bad we didn't have the device shown in the above picture!

I went to my ex-sister-in-law's (my brother's ex-wife) yesterday to help clean/paint for a few hours.  That is where J will be living for a few months, or until she sells it.  I skipped Church to go and she was at Church while I worked.  Her son, my nephew had moved out months ago to live with friends while he is going to college, so only my niece is there now.  She will also be heading to college this fall.  J is apprehensive about moving there because we're not very close...as in emotionally close...to them. 

I have been feeling quite peaceful lately...taking it day by day...and feeling gratitude for everyone/everything in my life. 

I am going to miss Lou and Madison...as I know all of you are!

Much love, peace and happiness to everyone!

55 - The Divine Encounter



Snuggled in my bed to nap
Alone and wistful
Thoughts begin to float
Drifting, dreaming

Fingertips stroke my cheek
Energy coursing through each cell
Flowing with celestial love

Struggling through layers of consciousness
Awakening with wonder…

God, was that you

Who filled me with such pure tranquility
If only for a lifetime

Forsaken no more

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Beauty...Life


Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not

- Ralph Waldo Emerson


Sunday evening my husband got home from visiting a cousin for the weekend, and I had a card with 10 things that I love about him in it and I had bought a wooden display case for the flag from his father's funeral, back in May, and had that on display in the family room.

He was really pleased and it brought tears to his eyes. Since then, every morning he's been bringing coffee to me in bed!

In Church on Sunday, the Principal from a local school spoke about the need for tutors to get her children ready for the State's Assessment exam. I posted the dates on Meetup and have some volunteers!

I met a lady at the facility J is in during a family night a few weeks ago and asked her if she'd like to go to dinner, so we went last night. She is a busy executive and doesn't have any friends that have an addicted child...nor do I...so it was nice to talk about our lives. We have so much in common, we both believe it was God's plan for us to meet.

J is supposed to get a 12 hour home pass this Saturday, but they didn't tell him he had to fill out a form to be approved, so he got the form submitted and will hopefully hear today. He'll be released for good next Wednesday, but as I've mentioned in other posts he has two more court dates with the other County within three weeks of his release.

Have a wonderful weekend....and rejoice in life!

Romance



I think that most people like romance.  We each have our own ideas of what words or actions display romance.  When we show romance towards our partners, we are actually showing our love.  It makes the other person feel special and helps to build up their self-esteem and confidence! 

I brought this up to my husband recently and he said that when I went out a few mornings in the cold/snow at 6am to warm up his truck, that he found that to be romantic.

My roommate and I park in the garage...but his Harley has a spot in there also...so he's not totally left out in the cold.

Anyway, through the years I have said that I wished he would be more romantic.  I believe that the more you give of something, the return is multiplied...so...I've started a list of ways that I can be romantic with my husband.

1. While in public, declare "I love you, _________!"

2. When your partner least expects it, give him a great big kiss, even if it's in public!

3. Send a text message or email that says "I love you!"

4. Follow him into the bathroom at a party and make out with him.

5. Invite him to take a bath complete with bubbles, champagne (beer...if he’s like my husband), candles, and music.

6. Surprise him at work and take him out to lunch, maybe a picnic in the park.

7. Cook a special love meal of your partner's favorite foods. Play his favorite music and turn the lights low for a romantic dinner.

8. Give him a pedicure and foot rub.

9. Offer a back massage with lotion.

10. Mail a card and inside write down the top 10 things you love about him.

11. Give him a picture of you for his wallet that says "I love you."

12. King for a Day. Declare that you will dedicate a particular day just to do whatever he wants. Maybe start with breakfast in bed.

13. Make little "I love you" notes and post them in surprising places: the bathroom, in his shoe, the car, under his pillow.

14. Take an interest in your partner's interests. If he likes basketball, watch a game on T.V. with him.

15. Dedicate a song to him on the radio and send him an email telling him when to listen.

16. Find a hotel that has a jacuzzi and book it for a one night getaway somewhere close but fun.

17. Place an ad in the classifieds declaring your love. Then take the newspaper, wrap it in a bow, and put a little note on it saying what page to look on.

18. Make a donation to charity in the name of your love for your partner.

19. Create a small blog dedicated to him. Write a short love message each day for a month...or forever.

20. Complete that chore or favor that he has wanted you to do for a long time.

No matter how small or large the effort, the end result is the same! 

Hope you have a day filled with love!!

Goals


I was never one for setting goals...not to say I haven't accomplished quite a few things in my life so far...but I started a list of short term and long term goals a few weeks ago and some of them are:




Attend Church regularly
Read the bible and pray daily
Advance my yoga practice
Attend a weekly Naranon/Alanon meeting
Learn to play the piano
Learn to speak Spanish
Take an Art glass
Learn more about photography
Go on a church mission
Travel to countries in Africa; Argentina, Chile, New Zealand, etc. etc.

I've made progress in the top five, so far!  I understand now why it is important to get them down on paper, because you feel more committed to them and see your progress more easily.

Next, I want to make a bucket list!

Today's gratitude list:

J is safe and sober
The availability of renting free music CD's at the library to download for my I-Pod
The cute cards I found at Target today to send to friends for Easter
My sore muscles from "hot" yoga...it means I'm getting stronger
That I like to spend time with myself

Love, peace and happiness to all of you!

Life in Motion





Swaying on my seat down low

Spinning round and round

Rampant energy



Uphill…downhill

Rushed and wobbly

From there to here



Breathing

Seeing

Sampling

Hearing

Feeling



Falling…Hurting…Rising



Gasping

Perceiving

Savoring

Listening

Grasping



Channeled spirit

Cycling to and fro

Centered on my seat up high



Straight…level

Controlled and steady

From here to there


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Grief



After having taken a closer look at grief, it occurred to me that as parents of a drug addict, we also go through the 7 stages of grief, as do the addicts themselves…if we allow ourselves to.  Sometimes the stages are overlapping and sometimes when we think we’ve reached the end, we find ourselves immersed back in a previous stage.

Unlike a death, where there is an end, when faced with long term active addiction, then sobriety which usually is the result of a crisis...followed by hope...followed by relapse, it’s apparent that reaching the final stage of acceptance is more difficult.

I will list the stages and relate them to my journey through this process.

Shock

Shock initially is the body/mind's way of saving us from the devastating pain. It numbs our feelings and resembles a living death.

I remember when my son called me at 6am in March of 2008, in a drugged voice, to tell me that he had been charged with a DUI, and had been taking massive quantities of xanax.  Of course I was shocked and continued to be shocked as each new crisis occurred.

Denial

Denial is our mind's attempt to protect us from reality.  This is normal, but if it is prolonged, it prevents recovery, both their's and our's.

I was in denial until some point during the summer of 2009, even after he was charged with a felony drug possession and other misdemeanors that occurred in March of 2009.  Concurrent with this I was dealing with my mother’s serious illness in December of 2008 that resulted in my decision to leave my career, move her in with me so that I could take care of her, and remarrying my ex-husband in January of 2009.

Anger

We are angry with them for the things that they say and do…or don’t say and do, angry with ourselves for what we did not do to save them…or what we did do, or angry with God for allowing this to happen. Anger begins to dissipate when we are able to forgive ourselves and others, create boundaries and stick to them and when we understand that most people will think or even say hurtful things because they are not educated about addiction and may possibly be unhappy with their current set of circumstances.

At first glance, I couldn’t remember much anger, but in retrospect, initially I was angry before I even knew that he was an addict, because he had been given much in life: talent, intellect, love, material things and in return he was lazy, unmotivated, and at times manipulative and disrespectful.  My hopes, dreams and expectations for him were not coming to fruition.

I was angry and feeling very unappreciated after putting my life on hold, to be available to chauffeur him to court, to random drug tests, to court ordered out patient pre-phase drug rehab, to NA meetings, etc. etc., while he was unmotivated to job hunt, help around the house, forging NA meeting attendance slips, etc. etc.  I was angry that I allowed him to manipulate me, show disrespect and vent his anger at me.

I’ve been angry and hurt because others don’t give the support that I need…because they don’t understand. Angry that society and even some of those close to us think that they deserve what they get because as one of my son’s attorneys’s said, “He’s just an f---ing drug addict”!

Bargaining

Where was God in all of this. I’ve done my share of bargaining with God.  I pray for him to be healed.  I try to think positively.  After calling the police in August of 2009 resulting in J going to jail, I felt that I didn’t deserve to be happy.  I would have given up my happiness, if only he would be healed.  I’ll be a better Christian, I’ll read the bible, and I’ll help everyone I can...if only you save my son!

This is where co-dependency enters the picture.  Are we that attached to our child’s well-being that we are willing to deprive ourselves, beat ourselves up emotionally and even die for them?

Guilt

There is a human tendency to blame ourselves when something happens to a loved one.  We take some degree of responsibility for our child’s welfare.  We question ourselves for a period of time and this is normal, but I believe this is where many parents get stuck and with that realization, we can move through this stage towards healing.

Guilt continued to reappear occasionally and as I said in my last post, I would think about every event, word or “mistake”, as it applies to me or others in my son’s life to make sense of things.  Much of my guilt related to the denial that I went through, which ultimately prolonged the enabling that I was participating in.

Depression (aka “Pain and Sorrow”)

Pain and sorrow are the core feelings of grief and usually are evident throughout all of the stages.  We need to experience the pain and sorrow fully to be capable of moving on and until we’ve comes to terms with the previous stages, we’re not able to feel the full intensity of the pain and sorrow.

When we struggle against the stages, they become more powerful and take longer to work through.

I usually cry every day for a few minutes. When I was younger I used to think that crying was a form of weakness and very rarely cried. I’ve cried more in the past six months than at any other time. I believe that this is important for my recovery.

Acceptance

Once we’ve worked through the other stages, and the pain and sorrow is not as intense as it was, we accept the reality of the situation and feel a sense of “letting go”.  This is the “detach with love” phase.  We may feel that we are fine for a while and then fear takes over our thoughts when a relapse occurs, or if we haven’t seen our child or know where they are at, or smaller fears when we worry that what we say or do may trigger a relapse.

Taking care of ourselves” throughout the stages is important for recovery.  If we don’t feel well physically, it’s more difficult to heal emotionally.  We’ve all heard it: exercise, eat healthy, get enough rest; nurture ourselves with small treats, i.e. massage, manicure, lunch with a friend, a concert, and of course Naranon/Alanon, reading, blogging, therapy etc.


The most important piece to our recovery is to have a spiritual foundation, a place within you where there is peace and security.  This takes different forms for everyone.  Some of the stages of grieving, particularly anger, take you away from your feelings of love, but in order to “let go”, we need to keep our focus on love which forces us to face the pain, but ultimately sets us free!

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Sweet Memories...


Occasionally, I have allowed my thoughts to rest on every event, word, mistake that has occurred in my son’s life that could have led to his current condition…

then...I realize how blessed I am to have been given the gift of motherhood.  The sweet memories and the opportunity for my own growth through these experiences are plentiful.

"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3


Some of these memories are:

• The warm, tender feelings when I was nursing him

• The sound of his first giggle, playing peek-a-boo, tickling him

• His excitement at seeing me when I would pick him up from daycare

• Reading book after book with him at night, snuggling in bed

• The proud look on his little face the first time he went in a grown up toilet, tied his shoelaces, biked without training wheels, and the heavenly sound of him singing "Amazing Grace"...both verses...when he was 2 yrs. old

• The treasured feeling when he would give me a big hug and kiss and say, “I love you so much Mommy”

• Wrapping him in a towel that I had warmed in the dryer after his bath (he was a little spoiled with that one)

• The drawings and cards he would make for me

• Playing games together…hide-n-go-seek…card games…board games… Nintendo

• Visiting Santa and the Easter bunny

• His toothless grin when the tooth fairy left him money

• Taking him to Discovery zone, Chuckie Cheese’s, the Children’s Museum, the park, the amusement park, the toy store, the zoo, the water park, camping, boating, trick-or-treating, putt-putt golf, para-sailing, bungee jumping, sky-diving, roller skating, ice skating, snow skiing, to see fireworks, to Myrtle Beach and other fun vacations, etc., etc.

• Doing things together…jumping on the trampoline, watching Barney and Sesame Street, riding bikes…chasing each other around the house, 4-wheeling

• Feeling so proud when he did well in school, basketball, baseball and choir


Of course, I have a grown-up relationship...most of the time... with him now, but it's nice to remininscence.  I have faith that God will help him to walk the path that leads to freedom and righteousness.

"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him." Jeremiah 17:7

Flash Friday 55 - Water World




Submerged in the undulating fluid
The pulsating heat swallows any sign of tension

Steam rises, to envelop, creating a virtual veil

Voices are shrouded, leaving space for thoughts


Beads of moisture collect on her face
to ultimately join the primary vessel

Time slows to be measured by the rising volume
of the internal pounding beat



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Naranon topic of "Anger"



"Anger" was the topic at last night's Naranon meeting.  There were about 20 people in attendance.  I had been twice before months ago. 

We went around the room sharing how anger has affected our lives.  A lot of the people remember being angry when their addict stole from them. 

A few have memories of much anger directed at them from the addict. 

Some were angry at themselves for not maintaining their boundaries. 

Another lady (there with her daughter) said she's given up hope that things will ever change with her ex-husband and she was angry for her daughter

Most of the people gave a short description of who their addict was (i.e., child, spouse) and some gave a little background.

I tried to give the topic some thought, while listening to everyone and when my turn came around, I said that I usually expressed my anger in the form of impatience or irritation, related to my addict.  I mentioned that I had called the police after finding him OD'd on the bedroom floor, having been guided by the Crisis Hotline and that he was currently in "lockdown rehab" after having been in jail.  I was the only one who got a little teary eyed.  I think I'm still working through "guilt", even though it's not logical (I'll save that for another post)!

Forty minutes into the hour long meeting, a couple arrived and the woman looked "shell-shocked". They spoke last and the man said he was a recovering drug addict and was there for his wife. He asked if the next time, he could speak and share some of his story thinking that it may be of help to us. The facilitator said he could so long as he didn't share from AA or NA.


After the meeting, I talked briefly with the lady and her friend sitting next to me and she gave me more background about her situation.  I told her that my son had never stolen from me, so perhaps that's why I didn't feel more anger.  She said her daughter didn't in the beginning either.  She's been dealing with this for 10 years and has a grandchild living with her addict daughter and addict son-in-law.  Based on some other things she said, I left the meeting feeling anxious.

Because I grew up in a home where "anger" was the main emotion, I wonder how it has impacted me.  I have always been able to show anger at boyfriends and husbands (have had two of them).  My first husband has an anger management problem and my current husband also has those tendencies.  I think we are drawn to familiar personalities/situations. 

I didn't want my son to grow up in an anger filled home, so I made a conscious decision to not have heated "communication" in front of him.  That doesn't mean we didn't "bicker" or have "disagreements" because I think it's healthy to let children see that you can disagree and hopefully have a resolution.  What's important is that you "fight fair", i.e. no name calling, belittling, sarcasm, yelling, violence...

My husband also grew up in a home with "anger" and recently realized that he plays the role of the peacekeeper sometimes.  If we are "communicating" and we're both angry, he wants to end the conversation.  Issues don't get resolved, unless you agree to bring it up later, which wouldn't happen most of the time.  This is definitely "therapy territory"!!  The good news - we've come a long way in the past 15 years!

Craziness...activities...The Bible...J


The week after J first went to jail, I was running an errand and saw a woman walking down the street with a suitcase.  I immediately felt compassion for her, pulled over and asked her if she needed a ride.  This was back in September during my "guilt- ridden/co-dependency" period, so I don't remember all of the details.

She said she was going to meet her sister and was headed to an area that was about 20 minutes away by car.  I told her I could take her.  She was a black woman, perhaps in her 50's, and poor.  As I asked more questions, she began contradicting herself. 

To make a long story shorter, I drove to three different areas and at one point was trying to find a church to leave her at.  I let her use my cell phone to call her "sister" and eventually I stopped at a convenience store for her to obtain directions.  I called my roommate and told her what was going on.  She sounded very concerned and said I should just leave her there.  When she came out of the store, I told her that I needed to get on my way and she asked if I could spare any money for her to get a hotel room and I said "no", wished her well and drove off.   I have never picked up a hitchhiker, so this was very unusual for me.  Pretty crazy!


The events that I organized through "meetup" have come to an end...whew!  The week before last, I had about 30 people come to a venue to listen to a popular live band and dance.  The following day I led an 8 mile hike on a paved bike trail, alongside a small river.  It would have been a pretty easy hike, except there was 6 inches of snow to crunch through.

This Friday evening I had about 30 people come to the horse races.  I have only been to a horse race once before years ago so it was exciting.  I bet on 7 races and won 3 of them - walking away with $18 extra.  The first horse I bet and won on was called "Fearful woman"!  Sunday was my final event, "Indoor glow-in-the-dark" putt putt golf.  There were about 25 people and then about 15 of us went to eat afterward. 



My husband and I also went to someone else's meetup event last Sunday, "indoor target practice".  Neither one of us have been to an indoor place, even though we are both experienced shooters.

That's a pic of me shooting...


I have picked up the bible a few times through the years and attempted to read it.  I have always found it to be quite daunting and boring.  I recently bought a new bible called "The One Year Bible" and love it.  They split it up into daily readings of about 15 minutes, comprised of a section from the Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms, and Proverbs. 

I saw J on Saturday and it was a good visit.  He said that since he's in with the lowest risk group, there are some guys in his pod that are in for not paying child support.  The two hours a day that he attends classes sometimes are filled with information about non-payment of child support, consequences, etc.  Seems a little odd to have drug addicts sit in on that...!  He mentioned that he would like to be assessed for depression when he is released.  He has an appointment the day after he is released!

Love and peace to each of you!!