Friends of Bill W.

[Tommi]

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

February 22

SAFETY IN MY CHAIR

Sometimes I have to sit with my knees tucked up under my chin. My feet can’t touch the floor at these moments. I hug my legs to me, I feel contained but somehow adrift in my chair. I center my mind on breath and pulse. Pure fear flits and flutters while I gain my composure. When I feel safe enough to put one foot down, then the other, and connect with the world again, I am leaving home to embark on this earthly trek. The journey is there for me every day but some days I curl up in my chair.

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Thanks for always writing just right.


Sitting in my rocker for the day may be just the thing I need.
Life and death at my door, the old and the new, memories, and the feeling that I am living on the edge of my seat. I step off not knowing what the next dive bombing bird will drop in front of me, on me, or just leave pinned to my door.

FedEx notice taped on my window. "Needs signature. Will leave on Porch. FedEx will not be responsible for lost or damaged..etc.etc.." If I stay home from work and sit in my rocker, the package will be safe, but will I.

For today, oatmeal and almonds, oranges and java, and going to work will take getting out of my chair. A presentation to 70 big business strangers this afternoon about what they must to do to stay out of trouble , their opine and displeasure to follow~~ and I will be thinking about my feet off the floor, curling up safely at home.

Sober and clean one more day. and maybe a FedEx surprise when I return.

Have a good day everyone, and thanks for keeping the light on.

Tommi