Some memes

and bustle of my busy day, finding the time to make conscious contact with the POWER that fuels my recovery is very important. i have become so habituated to setting aside quiet time, that on days like two days ago, when i was traveling across time and space and did not really have a break between Thursday and Friday, i felt as if i had missed something vital in my day-to-day life, and i had -- my quiet time. today, after getting a bit more acclimatized to never ending daylight and a window that looks out over a loud and rowdy street, i am finally to get my groove back, including having the desire to sit and listen.
as i sat this morning, i actually did not hear or feel much of anything. that is not unusual and nothing i worry bout. the way i look at it, is that i “hear” what i need to, even if it is nothing. sometimes nothing is certainly better than the unruly din that is modern living. it is not that i wish to return to a simpler, quiet time but i do not mind days that are devoid of jam-packed activity, today just started out that way, and i am garteful that it has. on a morning such as this, there is not a whole lot more to say. i will do my best to be present for those arouund me, addresss their needs aand fulfill those that i can. just for today, i am more than surviving as a recovering addict, i am actually figuring out how to thrive.

∞ DT ∞