Gifts

On Our Walk!

“Life is amazing. And then it’s awful. And then it’s amazing again. And in between the amazing and the awful it's ordinary and mundane and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That’s just living heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, ordinary life. And it’s breathtakingly beautiful.” ~~LR Knost

Dear Readers,
I read this quote and have been carrying it with me in my head for days now.

As I continue my journey of hearing again, as well as my journey in recovery, and growing older, I am starting to understand life a bit more. 

Mark Goodman, of Miracle of the Mundane, has written his whole blog on the point the quote is making.

Hubs and I went for a walk in the woods yesterday. There was a lovely snowfall last night. Later we went out to dinner and to see a toy train museum, which was a perfect for the first day of December. 
Today, I am still in pajamas, and hubs shoveled, got us some food, and soon we will watch a football game. (Go Vikings!! LOL)
Hubs has a terrible cold, but he is a non-complainer! Thank goodness for me, as I am the big baby in the house! 

These are ordinary times for us, and they are beautiful, and if I look at it in perspective, they can be amazing at the same time. 

This is the gift of recovery. The ability to understand this.

I also realized that I often sit back and wait for an amazing time to happen. 

I read a book once, although I can't remember the name, where many older people were asked what advice they would give young people about life. 

Many of them said they didn't regret what they did, they regret what they didn't do. 

So, I am trying to look at the "youth of my old age" with pushing myself a bit out of my comfort zone.  

Last week I went on a short trip to Maryland to meet recovery bloggers, and Twitter recovery folks, that I have never met. I also went to a sober recovery house in Maryland, called Nick's Place, to support the young men there. 

Hubs and I on a Walk!!

This was an amazing experience. 

It opened my world. 

Time is short. Now that I no longer think only about where I can go to get a drink, I can spend my time looking outward, and seeing how to live my best self, my higher self, a life of giving, learning, and loving.

I wrote a post a while ago, called One of Many.

I was reminded of this on my trip, meeting people that I had never met, but knew we were friends because we are all humans in recovery. 

We share the deep human longings, losses, wants and needs.

We share this world together, and it is my wish to share it with joy.

With the Gift of Fresh Snow,
On Day 1550,

Wendy