halt

rage quit

its a thing. it's a thing that i do with my relationship.

hope does a lot for the body.

as the body goes, so goes the mind.

who are you writing for?

what are you censoring? 

what do you want the reader to believe about you?

my therapist shawn told me about the acronym HALT

these stand for the things that make us susceptible to relapse.

hungry, angry, lonely, tired

i in turn blame the relapse on the people who have made me feel those things.

there seems to be a helplessness and blame that accompanies my depression.

i am not that helpless though. 

i sit and play at little worlds and ignore my thirst. whose to blame for that?

a cleansing breathe and reset are only a moment away

barbecue chicken with persian spices and a salad with plum tomotoes. white strawberry cheese birthday cake with fondun guitars, roderick and the smash cake

two glasses of wine. a full on gathering with a complete set of offerings.

it’s so easy to forget that you’re surrounded by angels.

blind to your wings, you see others as merely like you.

we are each an earth and a sun and a moon and the stars.

It took a long while to get here, but here I am.

giving letters to my thoughts.

pauses. the pause and the reverse are always options as you engage in another’s momentum. find where the tangle started and choose another way, if there be tangles at all.

feeling good that i’m surrounded by forgiveness.

the transformation of space. safe containers.

release. ease off the grasping. tighten up the bundas.

get up and breathe. oh look, someone put a yoga mat down there