#Peace #Love AND… Sailing after the Dangling Carrot

We seek peace and love in living soberly after our battle with addiction. The great gift is it is easy to see where to go to find contentment after being our worst selves, but we do not have to completely fail before we view life in a stagnant way. Everyone has a next-level version of themselves. Is lying dormantly satisfied a way to peace? Does anyone feel completely at peace and in love all of the time? No… Everyone eventually will be bit. People who care to do the work to build a perfect world are the ones who gain the satisfaction of endless fulfillment, and perfecting the world begins with perfecting ourselves.

The next level is a dangling carrot, and we, who chose so, are the oxes after it. People who know there is a perfect higher-power know the carrot will always dangle in our faces, either from our own desire to better ourselves or by any of an infinite array of catastrophes that complacency leaves us. Nobody can jump ship, and captains must sail ships to paradise and protect their passengers and crews at all costs or face the failure of paradise lost, and we are all meant to be captains.

Peace and love is in doing spiritual work–knowing that the next step is never further than our very noses. We can always expect there to be more spiritual work. Arriving means that you can teach others to be captains of their ships. Arriving is a level of realizing that the joy never ends–never can we rest while the world sleeps. Joy is in the journey of nourishing our planet and everyone living here and in letting go of expecting things to change without first changing our own destinations.

#Truckin along #Sober and #Writing

It was a whirlwind up to and past 30 days clean, no lie–being tired all the time, smelling the fruity green around work, and being thrown back to the doctor’s office for some meds. Finding my true friends and reconnecting with family is a joy. Sober friendships are a new thing that set an abounding future in sight. I believe I’m heading on a clear pathway to real, sustainable goals. Writing remained a fancy while stoned. I did write, but I could only write from within a very limited cloud.

This blog has changed course, and I’m not sure about a specific purpose in it. I love sharing for people to read. My old/new intention in my writing is back to creative writing–that story I’ve kept locked deep below the pit within my heart. I have the gift of writing. It was my first dream as a boy, and I never let it go, though the thread stretched pretty thinly and almost broke in my deep depression.

Today I battle to remain constantly productive, not just with my dream, but also in producing the life I want now. Turning corners is a present passion. I view everything as an opportunity, mostly generated by everyone in my life. The aim is to take everyone with me to a higher plane of existence. This is spirituality and science–“match your thoughts with the reality you want to manifest” (roughly A. Einstein), and it works. I’m lucky to have the merit to have found the greatest spiritual practice for myself.

A Dot-to-Dot #Poem, #Poetry #Thoughts, #Introspect

Day to Day, Dot to Dot

See this dot-to-dot
godly—not a drone,
speeding to targets.
Delay… Splay… Array…
 
Godly dot-to-dot,
stop, finish, or see
wonder-line-picture—
love the lines.
 
Done, on a dot,
see the scene—
a fancy, a mode—
and, godly, made,
before, after, me, a line so fine.

Life as peekaboo, a dot-to-dot…