I'm in LOVE

She's 10 weeks old, hearing impaired, very sweet, svelte (about 5#). A Jack Russell by breed, an angel by temperament. White with a half inch of brown on her tail. Her daddy's name is Casper, her mom's name is Smiley. Given the month, we've decided to name her 'Boo'.

She goes to work with me. Pretty sacked out today, laying on her blankie, wakes up to chew her bone, sacked out. She is a cuddle queen.

I'm in love. I didn't know that I needed a puppy.

God worked through you people and now I have a puppy. I can't wait until it's morning and we see what's good about today!

PS Spellcheck does not recognize the spelling of blankie. I bet you all know what it means.

Fearless Friday

Faith Flowers Fathers

Freedom Friends Forsaking all others

Fabulous Footwear Fortune Friendliness of strangers

Faith Forgiveness Faith

Fortitude Faith Food For All


Did I mention FAITH??

I was at my adult ed class last night and it came to me that although one of my Favorite
F(ph)rases (hee hee) is 'God is everything or God is nothing' I sometimes don't conduct myself as if I believe that. Too much lately, I have descended into 'Carol is everything or Carol is nothing'.

Now, isn't that nuts, talk about an instant depressant!! If I remember how it's supposed to go, I think I'll be all right.

Loved talking to you, now I will try to settle down after my 12 hour work day, yikes!

An Inside Job

Sorry to be gone. Took the dog to work with me this week just to have a change of pace. Otherwise known as fun.

I feel ashamed that I feel bleak. Read Frunoblax who thinks it can go away with the steps. And the sugar craving. I'm ready to ask that it all goes away. Forty more years of adulthood ahead of me, we're long lived in my family.

Step 1 admitted I was powerless. That's what's good about today.

Working Together

Someone said something really sweet at a meeting last week, he said that a (12 step) meeting is the only gathering of people that just want the best for each other, to see each other succeed.

I'm hoping that I can say the same about my religious education class that meets weekly for the school year. Last week I shared my spiritual autobiography and I feel good about it. Already, I feel more understood and intimate with others. About half the class has already given theirs and they have had their hard times with cancer and house fires, I already feel less judged by them.

My dog is a new man. He has been blessed by Mother Carolyn and been cooed at by many sweet women today. His eyes are heavy and he is napping in his chair. I, on the other hand, will stay up until at least 9!

What's good about today is everything.

__LT

I've been a little LT this week, that's lonely, tired. Do you know the bedsore professionals have stolen our H-A-L-T? It was part of a power point that I saw, H is for history, A is for associated disease, L is for look at it, T is for temperature. Is nothing sacred??

My new priority is resting. I'm keeping this short, work is overwhelming but I know it would be 10 times worse without my program. Relief will come. In the meantime, I'm sick of myself enough to say that I've given up the right of suffering, it's a part of me and I'm treating it like a somewhat tiresome friend for whom I try to remember compassionately.

What's good about today is the journey without the expectation of destination, God is Everything or God is Nothing. Most definitely, God is Everything.

Still Good

Guess what? During the Roman Empire there was a civil war that lasted 20 years. People were so thankful when it was over that they lauded their leader, Octavius (Caesar) as Lord and King, they were so grateful that the fighting was done. The Prince of Peace came and put the word out and people wondered if victory really meant peace, or whether it was just a different kind of suppression. A republic ceases to be what it is and becomes an empire instead when order is based on military rule.

To speak one's truth becomes treason when dissension is outlawed. That was two thousand years ago and wars are still waged in the name of peace.

When will we learn and when will peace lovers be seen as commonplace instead of radical and suspicously un-patriotic? We seem forced to repeat history over and over. Blessed be.

Compassion to Ourselves, Take 2

I was in an emotional fugue yesterday, swung around in a different direction & struggling to figure it out. The only soothing thing antidote was to come across that quote in yesterday's post, 'with compassion, welcome the demon'.

That must have taken hold of me overnight. And it married with the comment often heard at AA meetings, 'I've given up my right to drink'.

What happened was that somewhere in my emotional stew, I realized that whatever condition my soul or my brain were in, each day would go on pretty much like the others. Saturday, do my chores. Sunday, go to church, etc.

I've given up my right to suffer. My suffering is an inside manifestation, it's what I default to, it has become a bad habit for me. To deny it would be to ask for more trouble, but instead I acknowledge it as a part of my make up. But I will NOT give it anymore energy. It is like a CD in my collection that I recall but that I'm not interested in playing any longer.

What's good about today is a change in my play book.