I drove into town to see a friend and go to their yard sale - as I drove down my old street I spied the couple who bought my house last year. We had not yet met.



I stopped, introduced myself and spent the next hour walking around the yard, and seeing what they have done.



I had dreaded meeting them and have avoided doing so. I am glad that spirit had other plans. As my friend rightly noted, it feels like closure to a hurt.



So I am basking in the sunshine, sipping coffee and avoiding smoking... No casualties yet 😉

Another afternoon has allowed for naps. That quiet peaceful time of day that welcomes rest, relaxation and slipping off into the unknown world and realm of dreams.

I dreamt of a Magical Blue Eyed Being again- of a day on the beach- of writing our names in the sand- of hunting for bargains.

Those eyes. Mesmerizing in dreams as they were across the bar. They taught me much about myself and about the world. I will always be thankful. 

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Woke up, or rather, came too seeing my reflection in a stainless steel toilet. Everything I knew and loved was gone. In a solitary place, a cell of my own creation, I sat. I cried. I thought. I prayed. Help came. Things sucked. And thus my journey of sobriety began.