My soul is restless. It yearns for something more. I often wonder what that more is. Sometimes I think it’s a want of faith, although what faith I’m not sure. Dogmatic religion is like sandpaper against my heart. It’s not where I belong. But where, then? I’ve tried on Buddhism and Paganism, Quakerism, and Druidry.… Continue reading Restless.
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Starting over, Sober.
This morning, I sat on the garden flagging staring at nothing in particular. On a three-day hangover and comedown, my head was haunted by one thought: how have I ended up here again? Only a few weeks back I was sober and loving life. I’d gotten my 60-day keyring, had a lovely sponsor, was working… Continue reading Starting over, Sober.
This Restless Soul 