Published by Magda Gee

I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.

One Reply to “Emotional Experience, Real, Though Not Universal”

  1. Yep. This is every hoarder’s orgasmic meme ; – )

    For the rest of us, there’s a lotta truth in this. When we’re young, we’re very Idealistic-which is a good thing, considering what’s coming down the Road of Life. We’re like the soaring steeples of the Rocky Mountains, so majestic in their unapologetic skyward sweep, sharp relief to the flat Plains.

    When we get older, Life “erodes” those pointed spires; it continues to carve beauty but in another way. No longer the writ large sharp points of brash youth, but the humbled, aged and rather humped over little old people, the much older mountains of the Adirondacks or the Smokies. Within their valleys are a millennia of experience, their peaks bear the ravages of storms weathered, innumerable seasons of change. Still they persist in their craggy carving.
    The Colorado River was once a trickle of water, the land around it indiscript from all the other millions of land; dirt and grass.
    We know that trickle today as The Grand Canyon and marvel at it’s beauty. And it’s still under construction.
    So are we.

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