Coming Home

I am always amazed by the constancy of life. I often hear people exclaim, Aw it just never stops!” We always seem to be in a constant state of flow, rarely taking time to be still. As a parent I often know this to be true, until my little darling’s heads hit the pillow I rarely get time to pee in peace never mind enjoy quiet contemplation!

And yet in the mele of our daily lives if we don’t stop we can almost start to lose ourselves to the “stuff” that demands our attention. I know, for me, over the last number of years I had gotten so caught up in the craziness of life that I had lost myself in my own expectations, and that of others. Part of recovery has involved a slowing down of the mind and body. This slowing was not an intervention I openly pursued, in fact, it was kinda thrust upon me when I eventually reached my limit and could no longer cope.

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