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Good morning Reader, Each morning, typically before the sun rises, I open my journal to center my mind, body, and spirit for the day. I always start in the top right-hand corner to remind myself what day it is. This morning I am going to write, "Day 729 of Day 1 of sober life, and I love it." Tomorrow will be two years, alcohol free for me. Day 730 of Day 1 of sober life. And, yea, I love it! Tomorrow is also Labor Day here in the states, reminding us that summer has come and gone. The pools...
Good morning Reader, This morning, I’d like to start with a question: Have you ever been to a place that didn’t exist, but in your mind was as real as the things you hold in your hand? Have you ever sensed a void, one that you couldn’t really feel - I mean, it doesn’t exist - and yet it coursed through every vein, muscle, organ, and neuron in your brain? And then as if there is no off switch, that void manifests itself as a stream of thoughts that regenerate themselves until, they are all you...
Good morning Reader, It was 5:30 in the morning, still dark, when the cars started pulling into the commuter parking lot where we built the Freedom Festival every year, the booths, the food tents, and a stage worthy of Lollapalooza all going up before the sun crested the horizon. We did this every year for seven years to support and thank our troops. I couldn't have produced the festival without my friends rallying behind me to turn that parking lot into a place of recognition and thanks. I...