<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656</id><updated>2012-02-22T21:17:05.474-05:00</updated><category term='step 6'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='gifts of the program'/><category term='boundaries'/><category term='helping others'/><category term='humility'/><category term='sponsorship'/><category term='The creator loves pizzazz'/><category term='point of view'/><category term='listen and learn'/><category term='abundance'/><category term='defects of character'/><category term='keepin&apos; it simple'/><category term='meetings'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='self care'/><category term='awareness'/><category term='hope'/><category term='progress not perfection'/><category term='humor'/><category term='CoDA'/><title type='text'>Three Routes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4837835579093539416</id><published>2012-02-11T17:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T18:00:59.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11th Step</title><content type='html'>Things are working out well. I did not feel spiritually fed by my ministry class and withdrew from it a few weeks back. That really opened me up to do other things which are much more nourishing, heart and soul stuff. The ministry class had some spiritual exercises which were worth while but it was fundamentally intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been to an 11th step Meditation Meeting twice that I really like and I've been accepted into a Bible study group by some of the men in my morning group. I have time to volunteer for an interfaith homeless program in it's start up phase. My higher power and I are in better accord now that I can slow down to show up in spiritual places. I pray with hope &amp;amp; gratitude each new day to know God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4837835579093539416?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4837835579093539416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/11th-step.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4837835579093539416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4837835579093539416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/11th-step.html' title='11th Step'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8702888617497367851</id><published>2012-02-06T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:13:11.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absalom Jones Remembered</title><content type='html'>I'm proud to be associated with a church that memorializes Mr. Jones, a slave in the 1700s who eventually became ordained in the Episcopal church. Not only do they speak in his memory but they renew their covenant of anti-racism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a body we also renew our commitment to work together for an end to all forms of oppression. Somewhere in the list of statements lies the one that asks . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you examine how you may be privileged by the existing power structures, recognize your own bias, and examine how your faith has supported that bias? I will, with God's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that have to do with recovery? How about getting honest, examining our motives and re-covering or dis-covering the person that we might (have) become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work in progress, that's all that's asked of us. A day at a time, that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8702888617497367851?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8702888617497367851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/absalom-jones-remembered.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8702888617497367851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8702888617497367851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/absalom-jones-remembered.html' title='Absalom Jones Remembered'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5049784947737466069</id><published>2012-02-04T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:59:18.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've Spent My Life on Nothing"</title><content type='html'>A quote from poetry in Louisey's post today in Letting Go. It resonates with me, at an early age the thought of being blessed with a life that I didn't know what to do with burdened me. It still does, my ego wants to make a mark. I struggle between 'knowing' I'm just a grain of sand in the cosmos desert and listening to theologians in and out of the program proselytize that what I do matters. Praying is all I can do as I do not trust my best thinking. Nothing needs to be 'decided' today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5049784947737466069?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5049784947737466069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/ive-spent-my-life-on-nothing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5049784947737466069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5049784947737466069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/ive-spent-my-life-on-nothing.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve Spent My Life on Nothing&quot;'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8146001993250198501</id><published>2012-02-03T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:02:40.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, No, Maybe</title><content type='html'>What a day. I was nirvana-ing along and ba-boom. Hit the wall. Made me cry, even hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego drama? The voice of reason? Emotional riptide put into motion by pirhana strike in Amazon River?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day to end with a cup of green tea with lemon, Robyn Carr romance and a not so great grocery store peanut butter cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today? Riding it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8146001993250198501?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8146001993250198501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/yes-no-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8146001993250198501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8146001993250198501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/yes-no-maybe.html' title='Yes, No, Maybe'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2667585171989320145</id><published>2012-02-01T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:34:31.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whining or Shining</title><content type='html'>It's funny to me that I'm getting some conciliatory comments when I think I am talking about feeling good. Reminds me of an Alanon saying that goes, it's not what you say, it is what they hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good and right thing to leave behind what no longer serves us. There are no mistakes in God's world and there are no changes that are 'bad'. I guess I haven't communicated the quieting of my anxiety as I no longer try to 'hang in' where I don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, Compassion, by Henri Nouwen and two other theologians is great and there is a chapter on displacement that says it all. It's a great read for group discussion which is how I discovered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, with great faith, is what is good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2667585171989320145?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2667585171989320145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/whining-or-shining.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2667585171989320145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2667585171989320145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/02/whining-or-shining.html' title='Whining or Shining'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2051370807777693618</id><published>2012-01-30T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:50:16.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You See What Happened</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I stated that I needed to slow down and listen. I've been doing that. Honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't lend itself to blogging, but I've been lurking here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been angsting about my religious studies group. Since my last post I have gone on sabbatical from EfM (Education for Ministry, an Anglican 4 yr program for laypeople to increase their knowledge of the bible and theology). Since releasing myself from that obligation, I have been like a bumblebee visiting the flowers. From one part of the garden to another. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go back there to take a formal good-by bow, I will bring back news of Peter Menkin, the poet. You may find him at &lt;a href="http://petermenkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://petermenkin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Look for his piece, Ash Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today? Changing it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2051370807777693618?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2051370807777693618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-see-what-happened.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2051370807777693618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2051370807777693618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-see-what-happened.html' title='You See What Happened'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4522755595241359493</id><published>2012-01-09T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:46:22.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Be a Problem . . .</title><content type='html'>I usually stay for the monthly business meeting and this past week I had something to complain about! Our group conscience states that we will share for 1-2 minutes in a round robin fashion. The meeting had been packed with people on Saturday and the few people who got to speak hogged the time. It ticked me off and I expressed my exasperation and was glad enough for that. No way is this group ready for a timer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My religion class confounds me always, it goes on and on in an unexciting way. At an extremely slow pace. I just feel like there are better things I could be doing. As in, anything could be better than sitting there in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice how impatient I am at work with people who meander around the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm having a problem listening in several areas of my life. I don't particularly like to talk either, note the gaps between posts lately! Ah well, I surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4522755595241359493?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4522755595241359493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/01/could-be-problem.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4522755595241359493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4522755595241359493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/01/could-be-problem.html' title='Could Be a Problem . . .'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8120556540989246050</id><published>2012-01-03T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:40:34.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Good About Today?</title><content type='html'>Prayer and Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most mornings I start in the fellowship of others exchanging concerns and camaraderie. We laugh, we get choked up and, yes, sometimes roll our eyes. It gives me a good start to the day because honesty is currency there, the rest of the day can be a little sketchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the day in communal prayer, that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8120556540989246050?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8120556540989246050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-good-about-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8120556540989246050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8120556540989246050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-good-about-today.html' title='What&apos;s Good About Today?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3429967474044855723</id><published>2011-12-27T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:21:49.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back A Little at a Time</title><content type='html'>I can't leave my distraught holiday blog sitting there so I will cover it up with a new post. Dressing up for work helps me feel better, I've been doing it since Halloween. My outlook is more professional, I feel lifted up a notch when I throw together an outfit made up of my finest thrift store finds and 30 year old scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pick me up is to have my food situation in good shape. By that, I mean, home cooked meals, nothing wasted, bright and fresh food to take with me to lunch and to come home to in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only put out some of my simplest, favorite holiday decorations. They fit in one box, about a foot square. I think I'll push the extra two boxes in the attic and label it for my son. When he puts his own tree up, he will be pleased to see some of the things that he grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My busy, relief seeking mind wants to fix this glumness that hits me every year for at least the last decade. It's not a drug that will fix it, I just keep trying to come up with a strategy to make it different. Nothing works, though I try doing something new each year. This year the only thing different was that I did not imbibe or use any prescriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten good months out of twelve is nothing to sneeze at! Acceptance has been tried before but it's all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3429967474044855723?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3429967474044855723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-back-little-at-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3429967474044855723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3429967474044855723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-back-little-at-time.html' title='Getting Back A Little at a Time'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6684212476892978599</id><published>2011-12-25T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:45:26.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Discomfort</title><content type='html'>Somewhere on this planet,Christmas has come and gone. And I have gone with it. I am honestly a nice person and also a church going person and I want nothing more than a normal day. I am a spoiled person,, I know, I want it my way. Am going to take a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6684212476892978599?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6684212476892978599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/annual-discomfort.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6684212476892978599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6684212476892978599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/annual-discomfort.html' title='Annual Discomfort'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8171538254923572041</id><published>2011-12-20T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:52:16.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of Peace</title><content type='html'>As I left the house this morning I caught myself in a moment of gratitude. Briefly, I was thankful for the predictability of my daily life. I know that anything bad can happen at any time. My journey has been to distance myself from the constant fear of loss, a pattern of looking for potential risk at every moment, and a worry about missing 'a really good' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment I was comfortable in my own life, my own skin. I was not reaching out for more or criticizing what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was no turning back to the attitude of darkness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8171538254923572041?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8171538254923572041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/moment-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8171538254923572041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8171538254923572041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/moment-of-peace.html' title='A Moment of Peace'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4469064006038382511</id><published>2011-12-18T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:11:46.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings of the Season</title><content type='html'>Sorry for my absence. Tonight is crisp cold and the dogs and I are within 10 feet of the wood stove for hours at a time. Our millionaire football players are beating some other millionaire players and so all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is my sanctuary. I spent a couple nights at a friend's house, she had some surgery and is struggling to stay sober with 2 liquor stores and a bar within 1000 feet from her door. The area is a vacation destination and I would have a hard time staying sober there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I got the blessing of staying in a luxury area, talking program for hours on end and sharing history and confidences. And she's thanking me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4469064006038382511?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4469064006038382511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/blessings-of-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4469064006038382511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4469064006038382511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/blessings-of-season.html' title='Blessings of the Season'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-120203614899309248</id><published>2011-12-10T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:46:47.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Bluesey Wilderness</title><content type='html'>Bad, bad mood the last couple days. Progression of the 'grumpy old lady' disease, this must be arrested but can never be cured, emotional sobriety a minute at a time . . . let me digress, please . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was at a two hour Advent retreat today under the tutelage of Fr LaFonde, or something. You have to love a former SSJE monk who brags that he has flannel footy pjs with &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; pirates on them. It's the specifically &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; part that gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, before I get to that, I have to tell you that I copped an immediate nasty resentment, see paragraph number one, about the church in which it was held. It's in the next town over, I used to go to a real stinko Alanon mtg there but never saw the sanctuary. It was decked out, all highly polished wood, soaring ceilings, big enough rooms to square dance, needle pointed altar pads. MAKES me sick seeing all that money decked out in the church when there is better use of it going to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side is that I am really thankful for my church, it's small, chairs not pews. People don't wear boiled wool sweaters and Birkenstocks. Things are plain, of the people, when we are a small group, we pass communion from one person to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to the retreat this morning a few minutes early, put on my adhesive name tag, the parishioner ahead of me, says 'I don't know why I'm here'. Yes, you do, I replied, one can only say 'darkly'. Oh, I know, she replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, there is no safety in small talk around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several good points were made by the good man . . . we are in a wilderness, it's a valid/valuable place to be, preparing a straight path for God to enter my life (I did not, to my credit, stick my hand in the air and try to correct him that I am suffused in spirit, let it go, Carol, just let it go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made the analogy of clearing the way for an ambulance to arrive. And we meditated several times and then ate warm bread and soup. And I only picked on one more parishioner, from another ostentatious church where I take my ministry class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiny&lt;/em&gt; pirates, that just makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-120203614899309248?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/120203614899309248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-bluesey-wilderness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/120203614899309248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/120203614899309248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-bluesey-wilderness.html' title='December Bluesey Wilderness'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2716285936526918981</id><published>2011-12-07T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:35:55.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Louisey's Fault</title><content type='html'>I was minding my own business reading blogs. I was reading Letting Go the other day and noticed that she has standards and culls the herd on her blog list, drops those who no longer post etc. So, somehow within a day or two I went to my list and accidentally deleted the whole thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, I'll get you back on, I hope! Drop off a comment and jog my aging memory cells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2716285936526918981?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2716285936526918981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-louiseys-fault.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2716285936526918981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2716285936526918981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-louiseys-fault.html' title='It&apos;s Louisey&apos;s Fault'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3856271207071222823</id><published>2011-12-06T05:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T05:26:32.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Every Person in the World Was Sober at the Same Time</title><content type='html'>Just think of all the art that would be created. There would be a dozen Steve Jobs (not my first wish) at work. The Occupy ______ movement would be at critical mass. The parishioners at every house of worship would be lovingly convincing their hierarchy to celebrate light and justice among all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers and Fathers would live with their children. Most people would show up at their jobs most days. Good food would be shared around the table and thanks would be given. Little by slowly, repairs would be made and cars would run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And little by slowly hearts would mend and hurt would ease. A new confidence would take each one of us out of the valley of doubt and self pity. Gentle help from our fellow travelers would help us navigate between the hills of self absorption and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, one person at a time, we will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep the faith and so will I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3856271207071222823?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3856271207071222823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-if-every-person-in-world-was-sober.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3856271207071222823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3856271207071222823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-if-every-person-in-world-was-sober.html' title='What If Every Person in the World Was Sober at the Same Time'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6227190249136700471</id><published>2011-11-28T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:19:07.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valley of Decision</title><content type='html'>Comfort Spiral Blog quoted some old testament and got me going . . . I'm too lazy to check the wording but there is a verse in Joel that goes 'multitudes and multitudes in the valley of decision, the sun and the moon are gone and the stars hve withdrawn their light'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hauntingly contemporary, written over 2000 years ago. I hated studying old testament last year for the first few months of EfM until I realized that life is filled with old testament truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year three of us are looking at the new testament. The class hasn't jelled, yet but I have ***faith**** that it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6227190249136700471?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6227190249136700471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/valley-of-decision.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6227190249136700471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6227190249136700471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/valley-of-decision.html' title='The Valley of Decision'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-675449495759900712</id><published>2011-11-27T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:43:37.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Dance Begins</title><content type='html'>Despite all my good intentions, I have felt lousy the last three days. Friday night I invited myself along to a new meeting. It was a nice size, had brief readings, met for an hour, no break. All meat and good to go, my kind of meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject grew to be about honesty and I sat there wondering what is my truth. I sat in my morning meeting the next day and wondered if I could get to my truth in a meeting where I've attended under a different context. Nothing feels simple or knowable to me and I will never be able to sort it out by myself or in random conversations with others. Nope, this calls for the assistance of a professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked and she said yes and she said 'this is what we're going to do'. And she was pleased to be asked to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new sponsor. Just in time for advent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-675449495759900712?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/675449495759900712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-dance-begins.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/675449495759900712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/675449495759900712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-dance-begins.html' title='And the Dance Begins'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-375462425406436921</id><published>2011-11-25T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:57:13.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'It Doesn't Matter' Club</title><content type='html'>I went to the alkathon on Wednesday night and heard several speakers who had relapsed and I heard them use the words 'it didn't matter'. It resonated because it has been in my thoughts this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had to do was talk about it out loud in the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt in my mind that if it weren't for my meeting membership and involvement, I would have drank. Not because life is hard, yadda, yadda. Simply because I don't care that much, it doesn't matter. It's the club that I belonged to before I ever took a drink. If I had no group to look in the eye, I would have drank but, the thing is that I made a public pledge, I picked up a chip awhile back and each month, I have picked up another chip. I have to believe that it matters because if I put them to a vote, they would vote that it does. So, I suspend my own disbelief and follow the wisdom of the group. They carry me on the days or weeks that I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know one thing which is, whether I reach long term sobriety or not is not of interest to me. Today, just for today, a drink is not going to benefit me. Each day, that is the truth for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-375462425406436921?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/375462425406436921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-doesnt-matter-club.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/375462425406436921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/375462425406436921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-doesnt-matter-club.html' title='The &apos;It Doesn&apos;t Matter&apos; Club'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2246339601761094366</id><published>2011-11-23T17:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:36:35.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory Be!</title><content type='html'>Transformative Weekend still having it's effects. Three days in a row of moving, personal conversations with patients at work. Still soft around the edges where there used to be bristling. What I realize is that if I really look into people's eyes and speak from spiritual place, just say the words that come to my mind, I make personal connection that I never have before.&lt;br /&gt;And it's me speaking. Not platitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And . . . interesting thing . . . for whatever reason, this morning at the meeting I had to come clean and say that I didn't think that I was going to drink because I'm getting a chip on Friday but that I'm thinking about it a lot. Drinking, not the chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking things like 'it doesn't matter', past holiday/winter drinks floating through my brain. Last winter, I discovered adding brandy (or anything!) to eggnog to cut the sweetness. How adult of me. It was really good. It's not fair that I just discovered it last year and I have to give it up so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took the risk of opening up to the group. Some of them have seen me through the whole 4 years that I've been going there. The years that I identified myself as Carol, Alanon-CoDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one thing in common with the old timer. It's a day at a time. Today, I have no real interest or plan to imbibe any substance, it would not add anything good to my day. Beyond that, I can't commit to any pledges, it still an experiment to me. One worth continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I have to leave you. It's time to slap some food together and take it to the St Lucy's Alkathon, I'll be a little late for the kick off but there will be a seat for me no matter what time I arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2246339601761094366?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2246339601761094366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/glory-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2246339601761094366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2246339601761094366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/glory-be.html' title='Glory Be!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5737084764996452271</id><published>2011-11-22T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:27:25.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformative Weekend</title><content type='html'>For the past couple months I've been under the care of a body worker that does mind/body/soul work. Shift your energy-get it out-pray it up kind of stuff. She recommended a local weekend retreat co-lead by her in association with the Shalom Mountain organization in the Catskills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It was an overwhelming, head-spinning, get me out of here, I love you/I hate you, give me more kind of time. All I can really say is that the changes keep rolling out. My heart is softer, my attitude has lost it's edge (please God, keep it lost, one day at a time) and I love and thoroughly appreciate my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work friend pulled me aside today and asked me if I was seeing someone because I seemed so vibrant and happy. For the first time in years, I would actually welcome that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief, joy and radical acceptance a day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5737084764996452271?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5737084764996452271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/transformative-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5737084764996452271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5737084764996452271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/transformative-weekend.html' title='Transformative Weekend'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5127054650813860423</id><published>2011-11-21T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:06:29.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano Heads--see my Blog Roll for Help</title><content type='html'>This is me, the non-NaNoWriMo member with a Kool-aid stand handing out refreshment at mile 21. A great blogger, generous woman, now published author, seasoned NaNo writer blogged on revision tips. First rule, complete your novel no matter what. You can't revise thin air. She is on my Blog Roll as Yarn a Gogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a knitter, what can you say? I started reading her years ago, she was my first and only for quite some time. She has many ideas, so if there is anything in her post that you can warm yourselves on, my day on this planet has not been in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a day. A wonderful day. An old man professed his love for his wife, thanked me for listening and then gave me an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite thankful for HeSheEverybodyGod and hishertheir tender mercies. That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5127054650813860423?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5127054650813860423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/nano-heads-see-my-blog-roll-for-help.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5127054650813860423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5127054650813860423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/nano-heads-see-my-blog-roll-for-help.html' title='Nano Heads--see my Blog Roll for Help'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5997804212378500642</id><published>2011-11-20T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:56:25.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Experiments Continue</title><content type='html'>Number One: The Friday after Thanksgiving will mark 5 months of no alcohol, no mind altering substances, prescription or otherwise. I still view it as an experiment. But I took my temperature today and, no, alcohol is still not a neutral subject and so the experiment continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two: I returned home today from a local version of a Shalom Mountain retreat. It was awful, I feel wonderful. It moved me to send an email of gratitude to an old girlfriend who I haven't seen in a number of years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced of magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5997804212378500642?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5997804212378500642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/experiments-continue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5997804212378500642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5997804212378500642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/experiments-continue.html' title='The Experiments Continue'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1494625494681305809</id><published>2011-11-15T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:27:03.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Life is Your Art</title><content type='html'>Time for me to take a break for awhile. The feel of my life is changing for the better. The anxiety eases as I relax into my inner authority, my grounding in source. I'm still reading your posts but feel less of a need or energy to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la vista, talk soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1494625494681305809?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1494625494681305809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-life-is-your-art.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1494625494681305809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1494625494681305809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-life-is-your-art.html' title='Your Life is Your Art'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-79657165446959647</id><published>2011-11-13T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:05:23.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interconnected</title><content type='html'>Lately I've stumbled across this, thankfully so as it gives me hope. I tear up when I realize that everything I think or touch or hold came through someones hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house I live in was someone's idea and hard work. The coffee I drink was picked by someone far away and ground somewhere else and fills up a mug that came from somewhere else. The music streamed to me on Pandora is decades old, done by men and women who have passed on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingerprint is in the world also. But how can I ever feel alone when I think of the string of biological DNA that connects me to the stream of humankind and the bolt of cloth that is spun out of you and me that is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone and being ungrounded in source is just a delusion. I was lost and now am found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-79657165446959647?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/79657165446959647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/interconnected.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/79657165446959647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/79657165446959647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/interconnected.html' title='Interconnected'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-580045956649910986</id><published>2011-11-09T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:23:52.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for the Day</title><content type='html'>Renewable each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be kind to myself. Let me be kind to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-580045956649910986?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/580045956649910986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/prayer-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/580045956649910986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/580045956649910986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/prayer-for-day.html' title='Prayer for the Day'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3678594965175140010</id><published>2011-11-08T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:17:25.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shy Girl</title><content type='html'>Even though I was feeling pretty cozy this morning, I could not quite bring myself to talk about how important the group has been to me. Well, I did say that but did not go into the scroll-openers/school of fish analogies that I posted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything and it wasn't the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing some spiritual healing body work with someone that I have a lot of faith in and she wants me to go to retreat next weekend. I had briefly considered it, she mentioned a $100 off as a scholarship incentive. It's connected with Shalom Mountain in the Catskills. I will probably do it but am not ready to say yes to it yet. I've been down with a cold and feeling ragged. I have reservations against it which come down to one thing. Am I willing to risk being uncomfortable to change? Or am I attached to my own brand of misery with which I'm well acquainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, it's an honor to be asked, as they say. Everything in it's own time. They say that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3678594965175140010?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3678594965175140010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/shy-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3678594965175140010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3678594965175140010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/shy-girl.html' title='Shy Girl'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1553024334314024868</id><published>2011-11-07T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:01:09.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scroll Openers</title><content type='html'>The term was used in a religious reader this past reader in reference to a verse from the Book of Revelations in the Bible. Scroll Openers referring to person(s) who lead you to understand your own spirituality in connection to the bigger spiritual picture. Showed you the bigger world, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that my morning group has acted in that way for me. Steadfastly but always different players sliding into place, like a school of fish that swim with me, effortlessly guiding me and informing my every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1553024334314024868?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1553024334314024868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/scroll-openers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1553024334314024868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1553024334314024868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/scroll-openers.html' title='Scroll Openers'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7796100254313551963</id><published>2011-11-05T12:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:11:43.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloWriMo</title><content type='html'>That is supposed to be National Blog Writing Month, just someones idea to challenge us I guess. Barring more power outages, I can do that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave some thought to NaNo etc this month but I spend brain power trying NOT to get carried away by the story of life that I don't think it's fair for me to ask it to create a big one. So, today's post is just to claim my seat. I don't have much to say because I keep fighting with this cold that is gaining the upper hand today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is the bloggers who have the daily habit down cold. Thanks to DAave and Louisey and Cloudia who en-lighten and en-courage us daily with their views of the world. You all make mine a little bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7796100254313551963?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7796100254313551963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablowrimo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7796100254313551963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7796100254313551963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablowrimo.html' title='NaBloWriMo'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6683088067131079699</id><published>2011-11-04T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:45:57.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>When all else fails, right? Seriously, I had a greeting card hanging up for the longest time before I ever knew that the message is from the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the page instructs me that any kind of problem that I have can be simplified to a lack of acceptance on my part. Wherever there is pain in my life, irritation with others or despair, the chances are great that my suffering will ease once I let go of my willfulness and accept my circumstances or situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of relief seeking that I have, whether I am tempted to have a 'reward' drink, seek a pharmaceutical solution, eat a bag of good doughnuts, or seduce a perfect stranger results from my unrest with who I am or what I'm doing. It stems from wanting to 'change it up' because what is happening is not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine just living with the moment, just the way it has transpired. That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6683088067131079699?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6683088067131079699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/acceptance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6683088067131079699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6683088067131079699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3846983442879492061</id><published>2011-11-02T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:51:52.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Good About Today</title><content type='html'>A good day to be sober, free of chemicals and obsession. Blessed Be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3846983442879492061?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3846983442879492061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-good-about-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3846983442879492061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3846983442879492061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-good-about-today.html' title='What&apos;s Good About Today'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1497707152805832226</id><published>2011-11-01T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:34:42.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected Again</title><content type='html'>Ah the amazement of it all. The water flows, the light is on and on and on, the abundance of choice surrounds me. Where are we without the cycle of have and have not and have. Rinse, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what is good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1497707152805832226?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1497707152805832226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/connected-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1497707152805832226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1497707152805832226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/connected-again.html' title='Connected Again'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5395656954344982251</id><published>2011-10-29T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:39:08.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nor'Easter Coming</title><content type='html'>We all get ready in our own way. It struck me this morning that even though I always go to the market on Saturdays, it will be filled with peeps buying up all things possible to get ready for the snow storm this weekend. Ugliness to be avoided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, really, really, if power and roads are a no go, it is usually less than 8 hours before we are all back to normal. So, I got home from the morning meeting and took an inventory of my wares, channelled a little AKAnnie (ahoy, Elegant Blessings blog) and commenced baking/cooking etc. In my experience, I like to be power-less with floors vaccumed, clothing washed, my body shower-fresh and wood stacked next to the woodstove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an extra dog this weekend to keep me warm. He's a 13 year old named Andy and barks when he wants something, sort of like an alcoholic. He is a city boy, needs close supervision, that one. Picture an armadillo crossed with a grizzly bear cub and that's our boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping city kids off the road, that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5395656954344982251?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5395656954344982251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/noreaster-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5395656954344982251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5395656954344982251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/noreaster-coming.html' title='Nor&apos;Easter Coming'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2740666300650035789</id><published>2011-10-28T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:32:51.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am the Wax, I Am the Scuff,  I Am the Answer,  I Am the Question</title><content type='html'>Waxing philosophical again, what if the source running through me, that spark of divinity is really a river, common with the vortex of all things which flow through us, a sort of cosmic DNA that informs me I am all things at once. No separations. I am the victim, I am the thief, I am the sacred and I am the profane. The desolate, the hope, the problem, the solution, the meal, the hunger, the space and the thought that fills it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes the burden off me. All I have to do is stay chemically sober and keep my home group supplied with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2740666300650035789?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2740666300650035789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-wax-i-am-scuff-i-am-answer-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2740666300650035789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2740666300650035789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-wax-i-am-scuff-i-am-answer-i-am.html' title='I Am the Wax, I Am the Scuff,  I Am the Answer,  I Am the Question'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5792244011428391841</id><published>2011-10-26T19:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:16:15.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of Ants on the Anthill</title><content type='html'>Had I gotten a chance to talk in the group the other morning, I would have chimed in to talk about death, because, guess what, an alcoholic died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to dead people a lot. My father and my sister are deceased but quite nearby, I check in with them often, never at any length, just a nod of acknowledgement between us. At work I meet a lot of people, many who will be gone in a few weeks, months. Staff continues to be surprised by that, lots of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore treats the subject lightly, I think there is mention of the cosmic force setting someone down for a nap. Not everyone is ready for a nap. Who knows what vortex we enter next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably none of us were ready to be born. Just think of it, utterly secure in our own womb, thinking we know what's what, our lifeblood pumping in through our cord, a roof over our head. Then out we blast into the harsh light and caca-phony of noise and that vacuous stuff called air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of rude interruptions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5792244011428391841?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5792244011428391841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/bunch-of-ants-on-anthill.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5792244011428391841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5792244011428391841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/bunch-of-ants-on-anthill.html' title='A Bunch of Ants on the Anthill'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-614844671198522880</id><published>2011-10-24T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:44:12.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Fall Down, You Get Up, You Fall Down, You Get Up</title><content type='html'>It's hard to say whether one is getting in or getting out, sliding downward or just coasting, going upward or headed for a fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Sugar Nation last week in which the author relates that his labs were only normal as they passed from high to low and back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siddhartha left a life of opulence for a life of renunciation and then left that daily grain of rice diet to come back to a comfortable middle way of life. Neither he nor anyone else pronounced him to be a failure. They spoke of him as Buddha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-614844671198522880?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/614844671198522880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-fall-down-you-get-up-you-fall-down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/614844671198522880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/614844671198522880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-fall-down-you-get-up-you-fall-down.html' title='You Fall Down, You Get Up, You Fall Down, You Get Up'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3998585062735009833</id><published>2011-10-11T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:29:41.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years in 12 Step=Ten Years of Prayer</title><content type='html'>You have to have a bad day or you never realize that you're having a good one. My blog title was a random thought I had during my morning meeting, just thought I would share it. Don't know where I'm going with it, I am composing a spiritual autobiography for my class so was glad for the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt normal today and that was very wonderful, like a new lease on life. I guess I am getting old and maybe the 'sugar crash' isn't the myth that I thought it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sugar has turned against me. Oh well, there's still . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what your preferred substitute would be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3998585062735009833?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3998585062735009833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/ten-years-in-12-stepten-years-of-prayer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3998585062735009833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3998585062735009833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/ten-years-in-12-stepten-years-of-prayer.html' title='Ten Years in 12 Step=Ten Years of Prayer'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3284382379347429292</id><published>2011-10-10T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:49:39.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Talk Might Kill Me or Maybe It Was the Sugar</title><content type='html'>Now this is low on the list of important things but I have to tell you what happened yesterday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a friendly, sedate (I don't think anyone slipped me a micky) anniversary party for a couple women that I know. There was a baker's dozen or more of us hanging out for about 6 hours. All of a sudden I realized that I had 'lost' a couple hours, could be that as more people arrived, the time went faster? Then I drove home with much difficulty. I could hardly stay awake, had trouble staying between the lines--this was all of 7:30pm and I had nothing chemical of any sort in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3284382379347429292?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3284382379347429292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/small-talk-might-kill-me-or-maybe-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3284382379347429292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3284382379347429292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/small-talk-might-kill-me-or-maybe-it.html' title='Small Talk Might Kill Me or Maybe It Was the Sugar'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4359848330985372328</id><published>2011-10-08T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:47:11.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Girl</title><content type='html'>Being a 54 year old means that I do not look like a girl at all but as the tasks of middle age drift away from me I feel more like a girl than I have for some time. It's more precise to say that I'm living like a girl, I go to work (school) Monday through Friday and engage my above the neck apparatus to get good accounting rates (grades). I spend time cleaning &amp;amp; decorating my house (room), trying not to eat too many cookies and am innocent of alcohol and other mood altering substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dating anyone or even eyeing anyone on my radar. For the first time in decades, I have some favorite TV shows and almost know what day and time that they are scheduled. I go to church services and adult education (Sunday school) to a place recommended by others (Chrissy Tyson's grandmother would pick me up along with some other neighbor kids). My son (another kid) lives with me but we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tool&lt;/span&gt; along in our individual fashions (parallel play, identifiable at the toddler stage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother once complained that I was not a source of neighborhood information. I'm still not, just a nodding acquaintance, happy to be at an arms length away from confidences. It's true that I now worry about whether my roof will hold up or whether my son will get his life together. But at my best, my head is where my feet are and I trudge along the road (to happy destiny), just like the girl that I've always been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4359848330985372328?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4359848330985372328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4359848330985372328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4359848330985372328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-girl.html' title='Just a Girl'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2173731890363553368</id><published>2011-10-02T16:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T16:38:12.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucky Durn, Lost My Post</title><content type='html'>Here's the short version . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you bloggers, today I want to particularly love on Comfort Spiral by Cloudia and Elegant Blessings by AKAnnie. I would most like to travel to visit with Cloudia and then come home to be Annie's neighbor (think artisan bread and soup, oohhh the soups) and Nano buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that I have what I need. I can be the change that I want in the world. I can make my own artisan bread even AND share it with my neighbor. Because it is in the giving that we receive. Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2173731890363553368?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2173731890363553368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/shucky-durn-lost-my-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2173731890363553368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2173731890363553368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/shucky-durn-lost-my-post.html' title='Shucky Durn, Lost My Post'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1695759962917610066</id><published>2011-10-01T05:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:17:24.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Identification, Not Comparison</title><content type='html'>But before I get into that, an update on yesterday's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gotten a full nights sleep and a day of perspective, I will continue with my Ed. for Lay Ministry Group. Over the summer I had forgotten how noisy, close and annoying it is and after a busy day, I can barely tolerate it. That said, I have to work on my expectations and lower them. I give that course too much attention in my head, I pledge to not take it so seriously and treat it as just a few hours out of the week and that's that. I do about 3 hours of homework a week, show up for 3 hours. And call it done. There. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in a 12 step meeting has heard the advice, 'identify with others, don't compare'. Yesterday morning I had an important identification. To back up a little bit, I've been going to this open AA meeting for the past 3.8 (I count things for a living) years because I identify with the thinking part of the disease. The static in the attic, the problem between my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I view myself as a controlled drinker rather than a cautious drinker, I identify myself as Carol, Alcoholic, in that meeting. But I've had a hard time identifying with the chemical use of others because I feel like I'm crying over my skinned knee in comparison (there's that troublesome word) to an other's broken leg. Who has not heard the statement, ' I am a REAL alcoholic'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I got my identification. A man was talking about coming home from work and having a drink that lead to another drink and another. Another wasted night. I, too, would sometimes come home and have a drink. And sometime in the past year, I started putting off the drink because I had become AWARE that after that drink, nothing else was going to happen. I wasn't going to get up off the couch and sweep the floor (provide myself with a pleasant environment). I wasn't going to (nurture my relationships) connect with someone by calling a friend. I certainly wasn't going to take a walk (stimulate my senses or play) or a drive. In short, I wasn't going to do the things that provide for my emotional well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted evenings. It doesn't matter whether the quantity or type of substance makes one lethargic, a little drunk, stumbling drunk or wheeled out on a gurney drunk, the point is that it keeps you in a holding pattern, at best. One evening after another because you can't see what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up off the couch is what's good about today! Ninety five days free of a drink and a drug is what's good about today. Celebrating my father's birthday fifteen years after his untimely death, another controlled drinker, that's what's good about today. Maybe more about him and identification tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1695759962917610066?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1695759962917610066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/identification-not-comparison.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1695759962917610066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1695759962917610066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/identification-not-comparison.html' title='Identification, Not Comparison'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8967882592616963336</id><published>2011-09-29T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:42:40.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled, I Tell You</title><content type='html'>Twelve Step groups spoil me for other gatherings. I've just been to my third class this fall of a 4 year class in lay ministry. Honestly, I think I'm just stupid if I drag myself through another year with them. The small talk and ego talk that take up so much time drives me nuts. Avon vs Mary Kay. Granted that I went in there with a headache tonight but really, do I need to do this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for putting me into the right places, most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8967882592616963336?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8967882592616963336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/spoiled-i-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8967882592616963336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8967882592616963336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/spoiled-i-tell-you.html' title='Spoiled, I Tell You'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4896070663381330772</id><published>2011-09-27T19:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T19:30:48.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Active Living (or what can happen when I DON'T sit down with a glass of wine)</title><content type='html'>Things I did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Received a brand new dryer into our home!! May she live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Took a plate of fruit, crax and cheese into a meeting at work today. Just to say eat, drink, chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Stopped by a crafter's home to pick up 8 prayer bracelets to gift my Ed. for Ministry group for XMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Worked up a glasses-fogging sweat cutting down forsythia shoots that are taller than I am. So, the world and I can see a stellar showing of New England Asters that were hidden and totally new to my garden. Some things grow better by neglect but not us humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Gave thanks numerous times today for God's tender mercies and gentle surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4896070663381330772?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4896070663381330772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/active-living-or-what-can-happen-when-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4896070663381330772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4896070663381330772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/active-living-or-what-can-happen-when-i.html' title='Active Living (or what can happen when I DON&apos;T sit down with a glass of wine)'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6140345238679413867</id><published>2011-09-23T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:44:42.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greedy, Greedy</title><content type='html'>I take my pathology with me wherever I go. When I get good-stressed or bad-stressed I can run around and over commit emotionally, financially and time wise to perfectly credible enterprises to quell my anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be me in 3 classes, working overtime, attending a zillion meetings, baking cookies. Well, you get the picture. I've caught myself wanting to visit family out of state, entertain friends with a field trip, help close up a nearby retreat center, go to two extra church functions, register for a workshop weekend all within the next 3 weeks. And, yes, I am actually in 3 spiritual classes (caught myself in time trying to get into a 4th) and we have a major work overhaul coming on October 1st, thanks to Medicare changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me about stopping to smell the roses! I want to smell them ALL, bundles and bundles of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire is what is good about today. Without desire we would never move off our couches. Without restraint, we would never pay for our couches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6140345238679413867?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6140345238679413867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/greedy-greedy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6140345238679413867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6140345238679413867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/greedy-greedy.html' title='Greedy, Greedy'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-854515407746510110</id><published>2011-09-21T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:52:07.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>80% of the Work</title><content type='html'>It occurs to me as I was reading 'Letting Go' blog that so much of life's work is showing up. When I go to exercise, I have to go with the expectation that I will take my position, do my reps or my time on the elliptical and accomplish just that. If I go with the expectation that I'm 'getting somewhere', it will feel like an empty time, it will feel like failure, because I haven't gotten to any goals. I am in process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to work, a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to church, a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning meeting, another process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-854515407746510110?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/854515407746510110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/80-of-work_21.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/854515407746510110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/854515407746510110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/80-of-work_21.html' title='80% of the Work'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6163563408725955630</id><published>2011-09-21T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:45:06.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>80% of the Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6163563408725955630?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6163563408725955630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/80-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6163563408725955630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6163563408725955630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/80-of-work.html' title='80% of the Work'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4284904297411355299</id><published>2011-09-20T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:07:01.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Spirit of Frankness</title><content type='html'>In the past three months I have made strides that have been needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Became Baptized!! I, a fully formed 54 year old adult, bowed my head and pledged myself to a Church's life. Never before have I done this. I have made wonderful friendships in my church and had two of them stand up for me, thrilled to refer to themselves as godmother and godfather! Since then, I have baked twice for my peeps. Cuz, that's what I do for family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to California, a validating trip that has made me feel like a millionaire, I so enjoy my life in my little house, in my little town, working my job, going to my morning meeting. Well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Started doing body work with a spiritualized massage therapist. I've known her from a middle distance for the past 4 years. Had my first session and the second one is scheduled for tomorrow. Good stuff for me. I've spent too many decades taking care of my troubles using the neck up and the waist down, ahem. Missed the heart thing in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you an amazing coincidence. It was almost 90 days ago I decided upon an experiment. For lack of a better idea, in an attempt to quell my anxious-depressive funk, I figured it couldn't hurt to give up alcohol. I have been abstinent in the past, to honor other's struggle, usually, lasting 6-9 months, not a big thing. This time I gave up my handful drinks/month by picking up a white chip in my open AA morning meeting. The meeting that I have attended for 3 and a half years as an Alanon member. Now, I identify myself as an Carol, alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still feels like an experiment to me. I would better describe myself as a relief seeker rather than an alcoholic but I'm going with the flow. One of the things that happened was that I ratcheted down on my eating habits during the last 9 months (lost 25#, woo-hoo) and that I got more obsessed with alcohol, really romancing the thoughts of reward drinks, fancy drinks, any drinks. Where the heck did that come from? I always thought of myself as a cautious drinker and had to wonder if I was a controlled drinker. What was certain was that I did not have a neutral attitude about alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whether or not I am a REAL alcoholic I don't know. Can't let myself compare myself to others but let me tell you that by not wimping out to taking a drink or eat a dozen doughnuts or misusing an old prescription, my shaky self is feeling stronger, little by slowly. And things are moving along . . . after all, I had my Internet re-started and I'm back talking to you about recovery and discovery and spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4284904297411355299?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4284904297411355299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-spirit-of-frankness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4284904297411355299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4284904297411355299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-spirit-of-frankness.html' title='In the Spirit of Frankness'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-413187531486060556</id><published>2011-09-19T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:01:24.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Hello, I'm Back, So Very Much Back!</title><content type='html'>The news today is that I have Internet back in the house. I hope to get the blogging fever back now that I have the ease of writing from the comfort of my couch instead of running off to the library. I am blessed and so is Comcast since they got an old customer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other news is that I'm back from my trip which was quite clarifying. I'm an East Coast gal. I don't quite know why but it has something to do with being 92% water and this walking around bag of water doesn't want to move to the desert. It would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's good about today is water. Glorious wet, life giving water that cleanses us and keeps our batteries charged. Power to the people and that's where I'm going, to read you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-413187531486060556?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/413187531486060556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-hello-im-back-so-very-much-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/413187531486060556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/413187531486060556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-hello-im-back-so-very-much-back.html' title='Hello, Hello, I&apos;m Back, So Very Much Back!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-291367131897379024</id><published>2011-08-15T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:46:33.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For the Encouragement</title><content type='html'>It's a much better day today. Let me randomly say that if I don't get a laptop or sign back up for cable service, my blog is going to continue to lag along. Everyone agrees with me on that, I can feel you all nodding. One of you rolled his/her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you that I'm a week away from the Southern California vacation-see how I like it trip, things are moving along in that direction with some curious diversions. Such as my son getting cold feet! Okay with me, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have my own diversions resulting in a doctor's visit today, symptoms of a urinary stone. Got the pain, the chills, the microscopic blood in the urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that I can see life as an adventure, not a threat to my survival. Yea for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-291367131897379024?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/291367131897379024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/thanks-for-encouragement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/291367131897379024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/291367131897379024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/thanks-for-encouragement.html' title='Thanks For the Encouragement'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6722233700412298450</id><published>2011-08-05T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:23:23.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Listening Today</title><content type='html'>There's a lot I could say but none of it feels too valuable, it feels fear based and temporary. So, I'm just reading you for now and getting through the day until grace re-visits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6722233700412298450?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6722233700412298450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-listening-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6722233700412298450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6722233700412298450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-listening-today.html' title='Just Listening Today'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6038606816807369889</id><published>2011-07-26T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:00:40.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>Several days have gone by and now I don't have my book with me. And I've read some lovely other prayers since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, a special someone at church asked how I was a couple days ago. I unloaded my current dilemma/opportunity and shared how it was eating me up. I can't believe that this plan to move has only transpired over the last 2 weeks as it feels like torture which has last a month. My suspicion is that my motives will only keep me spinning around in circles trying to reach unconscious needs until I crash and burn, that much older and none the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for discernment and am trying to treat myself well, respecting my needs for security and serenity. Remembering that I can be very careless with my life and that this typically follows denying myself some basic pleasures in life. Would I treat someone else in that way? Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With prayer, things will sort themselves out and I will be in balance again, or perhaps better than I ever have been. That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6038606816807369889?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6038606816807369889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/oops.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6038606816807369889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6038606816807369889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6897710866227821524</id><published>2011-07-19T12:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:47:33.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.L.T.S. or  S.H.A.L.T.</title><content type='html'>Every morning, before the meeting, we talk about our lives, amongst ourselves, checking in on others around us. It is the meeting before the meeting, some come an hour early, I get there about fifteen minutes before the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a sober alcoholic about facing new challenges with the strength of our program. Whether it is a new job, a new home or a new relationship, any changes in our routine awaken our anxiety. How great it is that I can reference my inventory and see what insecurities are trying to guide me. I watch myself and notice when my reactions start to fly before I'm able to edit them. Noticing my H.A.L.T. status can clue me in to my limits in a given situation. In this heat wave, I think that there should be sweaty added. Maybe, I will add an 'S' to halt. Halts or Shalt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou SHALT observe oneself in action. Am I the woman outside of a meeting that I am inside of a meeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is working my program a day at a time, with my higher power's thoughtful guidance. I read a lovely prayer about this this morning that I will share with you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6897710866227821524?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6897710866227821524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/halts-or-shalt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6897710866227821524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6897710866227821524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/halts-or-shalt.html' title='H.A.L.T.S. or  S.H.A.L.T.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2071133255160427530</id><published>2011-07-18T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:23:18.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, not Fear</title><content type='html'>One reason that I need to go to a morning meeting is that I need the reminder to be led by my faith and not my fear. I forget that I am a sane, learned, lovely, intelligent person who makes pretty good decisions, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plan to move has lots of pieces to it and I can complicate it beyond belief. It's an extra good time to remember 'HALT'. When I'm tired I am vulnerable to great self doubt and indecision. Luckily, lots of the time, I'm aware that it is my thinking that is the problem and not my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone in my group used to say, I can complicate a free lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that if I can see it coming, I can be aware of my faulty thinking without being swept away with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2071133255160427530?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2071133255160427530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-not-fear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2071133255160427530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2071133255160427530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-not-fear.html' title='Faith, not Fear'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4249572980392578228</id><published>2011-07-13T12:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:33:27.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Good About Today . . .</title><content type='html'>I was comparing this impending cross country move to the one I made in 1993. That time, my only enduring thread was to my then employer. Other than my blood relatives, they were the only folks that knew me, knew where I was and what I was about. They knew me as much as I would allow them to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in my middle adulthood. I've grown up here, courtesy of the Alanon meetings that welcomed me in 2001. They loved me into health. I can't say 'back' to health because I soared beyond any of my previous understandings. That lead to my daily open AA meeting that I have cherished for the last 4 years. That lead to my church affiliation and adult religious education that began Super Bowl Sunday 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm connected now!! I have enormous gratitude for the influence of those who have loved, and yes, challenged me through these past years. My spiritual family will enlarge when I pursue these same fellowships when I move next month. What's good about today is that I feel increasingly at home in my life and that I will keep growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4249572980392578228?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4249572980392578228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-good-about-today.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4249572980392578228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4249572980392578228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-good-about-today.html' title='What&apos;s Good About Today . . .'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2154485653192477989</id><published>2011-07-11T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:37:31.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Good Day</title><content type='html'>It IS a good day, I feel like I've gotten over a bump in the road. My particular cure was to go to church yesterday, we early service-goers are a small but intimate bunch. Several are in 12 step groups and some of them were part of the retreat group in June. I got emotional taking communion (maybe I'll start approaching the alter with sunglasses), the feeling of unity and hope is enough to undo me. My baptism (yup, never got dunked) date is set for 8/21. We finally got all the principle players present on the same date. I was ready to just prostrate myself crying out 'take me Jesus' at the next opportunity but apparently there needs to be more ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase, Love the Stranger (Deuteronomy), keeps going through my head. Our daily reader used it on July 4th to honor our country's efforts in helping others. I'll agree with that but would also posit that all 12 step programs excel in 'loving the stranger' by greeting all who come through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there is a meeting that has it in their closing . . . we love you, we want you, we need you. And that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2154485653192477989?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2154485653192477989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-good-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2154485653192477989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2154485653192477989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-good-day.html' title='It&apos;s A Good Day'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3785101288489920717</id><published>2011-07-07T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:18:15.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Heavens, I've become one of those folks who says, "I can't believe that it's been a month since I blogged!" Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat was good. All my anxiety came out in spades. I was really nervous beforehand (I dragged my feet getting there, my teacher gave me a call to ask where I was), very apprehensive, expected to encounter rows of mysterious men in robes. In reality, there were 4 friendly men in robes whom we (six of us) ate and prayed with for the weekend. It rained strenuously all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I reached any serene state. It was pleasant. As another single woman commented, I spend most of my days by myself, quietly eating, contemplating. I'm very glad that I paid a scholarship rate as it didn't show me anything new and I would have resented paying full freight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been a relief to be away from formal ministry classes, a true sabbatical. Of course, I still go to my daily "What's Good About Today" morning open AA meeting. More about that later . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be making a big move. My son is pursuing acting and was well received at a LA trade show this past week so we will see what comes next. My life has been spent at 15-20 year intervals in different locations. And I'm at year 18 in New England and feeling restless. Southern California is half way to Hawaii, Cloudia!! It's also a warm place to grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to think about. And a new test to keep my head where my feet are, just a day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, THAT'S what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3785101288489920717?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3785101288489920717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3785101288489920717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3785101288489920717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5488619189616105352</id><published>2011-06-09T13:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:04:57.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat Eve</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small group of us are going to a monastery nearby for a weekend retreat which I'm really anticipating. I went to an open house a couple weekends ago at a different retreat center called Adelynrood, in Byfield MA. That was also a very special place in which I hope to spend time as a volunteer this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, all's well in my world a minute or an hour or a day at a time. I am still traipsing to the library for internet access otherwise I would be writing much more often. What I'm really interested in the moment is peeking at your blogs before I have to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5488619189616105352?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5488619189616105352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/06/retreat-eve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5488619189616105352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5488619189616105352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/06/retreat-eve.html' title='Retreat Eve'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2361737836345408090</id><published>2011-05-23T17:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:57:55.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Teachable</title><content type='html'>My, I have been away from my post(ing) too long. And I do need someone to talk to so I'm glad that you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my spiritual/ministry classes are ending, one will resume in the fall, the other will meet at a retreat center in June and then decide what it will do next. Sigh. They have both impacted me and my ideas about who I am in the universe and who I am as a part of creation. I wish I had my notes with me and I would share some of my findings, everything that I read last week reinforced that we are WITH divinity, not separate from it, lovely things for me to remember on a rainy, cold Monday in New Hampshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my assignments has been to create a Rule of Life. The rule is used as an organizing tool to help one with distractions from a spiritual life. It's roots are monastic, the rule was likened to a trellis that kept the grapes out of the dust. And it does get dusty out there, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rule is a list of things that you hope to do. Some categories include worship, obedience, prayer and giving. It can be done by individuals or by groups, such as the New Life Fellowship in NYC who created one for their church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with a locally retired minister who has an active life traveling and writing books. He divided his rule into 30 pieces so that he reviewed one part of it on a monthly basis. I divided mine into 7 parts so that I can be looking at a different part of it each day of the week. To my surprise, one of the headings I chose is 'obedience'. It has come to my notice through other people's experience in the last month and now I am applying it to myself, a new lens to look through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2361737836345408090?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2361737836345408090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-teachable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2361737836345408090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2361737836345408090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-teachable.html' title='Still Teachable'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5865745296778237204</id><published>2011-04-25T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:23:46.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Is it the after Easter glow that is upon me? I'm feeling incredibly peaceful and productive in a gentle way. I do miss you, I will check up on my fellow bloggers when done with this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, since I've stripped down my necessities, the only thing that I think about resuming is internet access. On the other hand (yes, Virginia, there is always another hand), I haven't used it for at least a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how much am I missing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. What have I been doing with my time, you ask. I'm discovering mystics such as Julian of Norwich. I visited the Episcopalian Divinity School in Boston with one of it's alumna and another interested classmate. One of the freakier things that I've ever done is walked the stations of the cross with 40 others down Route 97 in Salem, NH, carrying a 6 foot cross, following the sound truck broadcasting a priest singing hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5865745296778237204?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5865745296778237204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5865745296778237204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5865745296778237204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-happy-day.html' title='New Happy Day'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4740727911039817024</id><published>2011-04-11T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:40:27.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw Off Those Worries</title><content type='html'>Life washes on. I went to a step mtg that just started this year. We were on step 6, reading a step book that mentioned looking at the pay off to holding on to our defect. I don't know if fearfulness has ever been listed as my defect but it has certainly bothered me this winter. Self pity has definately been on my list and that has been a biggy, too. So, the payoff? Attention from others. How about if I a) act 'as if' I feel full of spirit and faith b) face the light instead of peering into the dark c) firmly bring my thoughts and my mouth back where my feet are, keeping it in the day banishes 100% of my worries What's good about today is that I can do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4740727911039817024?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4740727911039817024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/04/throw-off-those-worries.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4740727911039817024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4740727911039817024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/04/throw-off-those-worries.html' title='Throw Off Those Worries'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7666279027789047700</id><published>2011-04-02T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:09:16.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hermeneutical Circle</title><content type='html'>A fancy way of saying, wherever I go, there I am. Anything new with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7666279027789047700?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7666279027789047700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/04/hermeneutical-circle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7666279027789047700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7666279027789047700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/04/hermeneutical-circle.html' title='The Hermeneutical Circle'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7764031440290477244</id><published>2011-03-11T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:34:30.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enneagram Anyone?</title><content type='html'>If there are any #6s out there, let me know who you are so we can commiserate/celebrate together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is something from our favorite Sufi, Rumi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Guest House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being human is a guest house.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joy, a depression, a meanness,&lt;br /&gt;some momentary awareness comes&lt;br /&gt;as an unexpected visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome and entertain them all!&lt;br /&gt;Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;who violently sweep your house&lt;br /&gt;empty of its furniture,&lt;br /&gt;still, treat each guest honorably.&lt;br /&gt;He may be clearing you out&lt;br /&gt;for some new delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark thought, the shame, the malice,&lt;br /&gt;meet them at the door laughing,&lt;br /&gt;and invite them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for whoever comes,&lt;br /&gt;because each has been sent&lt;br /&gt;as a guide from beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How terrific is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7764031440290477244?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7764031440290477244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/03/enneagram-anyone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7764031440290477244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7764031440290477244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/03/enneagram-anyone.html' title='Enneagram Anyone?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7406360350506778131</id><published>2011-03-05T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:09:11.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth, Hope and Reconciliation</title><content type='html'>That's what I hope to hear when I go to a meeting.  I want to hear the real deal (ENTJ type of Myers Brigg, we are always looking for 'the truth') about life, when I hear from other's hearts, it reminds me of my parts and pieces and brings them to the forefront.  My sense of belonging in the community of humans is strengthened and I feel hopeful about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reconciliation?  Ahh, that's where the sparkle in my heart and my eyes join the fire of the  generative force that fuels us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7406360350506778131?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7406360350506778131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth-hope-and-reconciliation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7406360350506778131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7406360350506778131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth-hope-and-reconciliation.html' title='Truth, Hope and Reconciliation'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7505282350074386148</id><published>2011-03-01T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:39:17.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, My Goodness</title><content type='html'>Yes, and your goodness too!  The days go by so quickly, I have been so pleased to be working much less and attending to my life more completely.  I don't know why I had to go down that path so long but it is good to have psychic relief and serenity, not that I claim it every moment.  Practice, practice, practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing?  Loading wood, burning wood, washing floors, reading Myers-Briggs and Enneagram stuff for one class, scrutinizing old testament for another.  Consciously choosing my food and dropping some weight and saving some money as a consequence.  Walking to the places that I can and using the car minimally.  Alternately being crazed by my son's actions and then forgiving him and myself for my jumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel deliciously busy.  Other people in my life are baffled by my choices, they tell me so.  Someone said yesterday, "you said nothing would change but everything changed" and she may be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that I have another day to practice my program.  It may look different from time to time but I still have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7505282350074386148?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7505282350074386148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-my-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7505282350074386148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7505282350074386148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh, My Goodness'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6803227284619841067</id><published>2011-02-19T06:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T06:24:22.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Live from the 22nd Annual SE Massachusetts Round Up</title><content type='html'>That's all I really have to say given the early hour and lack of caffeine.  It will be a day of workshops and then back home tomorrow in time for my 'Going Deeper' spirituality class at church.  More and more, I work to perfect my faith &amp;amp; pray for optomism.  I clear my path so that I might be graced with unmerited gifts and abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have COFFEE, I know that there is some close by.  That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6803227284619841067?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6803227284619841067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-live-from-22nd-annual-se.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6803227284619841067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6803227284619841067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-live-from-22nd-annual-se.html' title='A Post Live from the 22nd Annual SE Massachusetts Round Up'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7507706425658068438</id><published>2011-02-12T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:34:28.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Happy</title><content type='html'>Why Not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my blogger family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 12 step family, three different branches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my religious family, also different branches involved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my spiritual experience as I move through this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say in Alanon (maybe other fellowships?), I need never feel alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT's what is good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7507706425658068438?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7507706425658068438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7507706425658068438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7507706425658068438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-happy.html' title='Just Happy'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4789860866511517968</id><published>2011-02-09T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:33:38.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience, Patience</title><content type='html'>I've missed all of you, I haven't been close to a computer due to all the storms interfering with the simplest things.  Plans go forward, I'm taking time away, am checking out Hawaii, the big island perhaps for a couple weeks, maybe checking out some volunteerism, maybe an eco-resort (help me out Ms Cloudia if you have any must-do activities).  So, moving ahead into the unknown, feeling good.  Using any spare time to do higher powered activities and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4789860866511517968?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4789860866511517968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/02/patience-patience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4789860866511517968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4789860866511517968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/02/patience-patience.html' title='Patience, Patience'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3113463150852554768</id><published>2011-01-24T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:26:05.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know What I'm Up To</title><content type='html'>One of my most favorite Alanon people always brought up motives as a question when debating taking action on something.  She counseled that we should always ask ourselves what our motives are for fear that we do something totally 'innocent' that is not the best for others or for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my motives??  I'm thinking about some work changes which is nothing new.  Many times I want to make sweeping changes when, really, I'm seeking relief from anxiety.  Through program, I've got some awareness about that.  When I get a GREAT NEW IDEA, it often turns out to be sort of a new idea, pretty similar to one of my old ideas that didn't really change anything except that it resulted in a geographical type move that only  brought me around 360 degrees.  Right back where I started with the illusion that I was getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as one of my favorite alcoholics said a couple years ago . . . I don't know what I'm up to.  But what I do know is that my HP is in charge and with an open heart and mind, I will always be exactly where I'm supposed  to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3113463150852554768?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3113463150852554768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-what-im-up-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3113463150852554768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3113463150852554768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-what-im-up-to.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know What I&apos;m Up To'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6323066114776138580</id><published>2011-01-22T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:37:14.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shalt Monitor One's Pissed Offness</title><content type='html'>Another great day to be experienced.  I'm still mulling around the fairness/justice idea by starting with how I treat myself and expanding to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started with shoveling to get out of the driveway, transitioned to waiting on Rt 150 to get winched out of a snowbank (no damage done to me or anyone else) and than frantically working to finish my work by 6pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my last hour of work I was getting crazy because a loudmouth 2 offices away was letting off steam about her schedule, how she was being cheated, etc.  I had shut my door but her dulcet tones persisted.  In the past I have smiled &amp;amp; shut their door but yesterday I didn't go any further with it because I was favoring murder at that point.  Now, Monday morning quarterback, I could have gone and asked to shut HER door to 'give her some privacy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point during the day I was building resentment which turned into poison.  At what point could I have made choices that treated myself more  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fairly? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no hard and fast answers to that one but my pattern is to do a slow burn that shoots flames in the direction of least resistance.  What's good about today is getting another chance to do it differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've changed from an Aquarius to a Capricorn.  You know, Jesus was a . . . oh never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6323066114776138580?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6323066114776138580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/thou-shalt-monitor-ones-pissed-offness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6323066114776138580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6323066114776138580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/thou-shalt-monitor-ones-pissed-offness.html' title='Thou Shalt Monitor One&apos;s Pissed Offness'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8161187529184917645</id><published>2011-01-19T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:01:03.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exuberance</title><content type='html'>Yes, indeedy!  I've been flying around high as a kite, no longer laminated by my SSRI.  Rejuvenated daily by the best coffee I've ever prepared in my life, one of my work buddies asked that I bring her some tomorrow so she can test it ala 'I'll have what she's having'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've been flirting, I've been telling people what I think, kindly, but exuberantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's amazing about today is that someone has passed me a tip to get my resume in to her for the possibility of working from home for a national firm.  Which I've done before.  And I've done this particular type of work before.  OOOh, picture me in jeans ALL DAY LONG, EVERY DAY.  Working out of Hawaii during the winter, sipping Kona, shouting hello to my bloggy (Comfort Spiral) friend, Cloudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8161187529184917645?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8161187529184917645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/exuberance.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8161187529184917645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8161187529184917645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/exuberance.html' title='Exuberance'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1618682474499333379</id><published>2011-01-18T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:52:26.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice, To Treat Fairly</title><content type='html'>So, I wrote this funny, wise post about how I'm doing (fantastic) and what I'm thinking about and then the dog ran for a tennis ball and knocked my power cord out of the wall.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that the theme of the week is justice.  If I can treat myself fairly, I will not find fault with myself.  If I treat myself with fairness, I will treat those on my path with justice.  As with peace that starts within me and then dwells in my home and then in the world, so it goes with justice.  I cannot guide where I haven't gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is finding my way by choosing justice over moral rhetoric, sharing fairly with others and always taking the stance of humility so I will forever be teachable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now nominate me for sainthood, kiss my ring, whatever . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1618682474499333379?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1618682474499333379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/justice-to-treat-fairly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1618682474499333379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1618682474499333379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/justice-to-treat-fairly.html' title='Justice, To Treat Fairly'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3815807801906478038</id><published>2011-01-11T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:15:05.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe In, Breathe Out</title><content type='html'>I think it's time that I started living my own life.  It's been a wicked 24 hours . . . but contentment is not what breeds change.  I've given myself such a hard way to go, it's time to let go, be good to myself, a day at a time, a step at a time, in good orderly direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely playroom that we are given, I forget that it is my choice to create the life that inhabits it.  Let's all visit Cloudia at the Comfort Spiral and daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3815807801906478038?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3815807801906478038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/breathe-in-breathe-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3815807801906478038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3815807801906478038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/breathe-in-breathe-out.html' title='Breathe In, Breathe Out'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-83730765486279539</id><published>2011-01-09T06:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:37:22.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Kidz</title><content type='html'>I feel new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some cleaning house that I need to do.  Some rocks that I've been carrying on my back that I need to toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to quit the bible class that I've been struggling to attend.  Some of the women have become dear to me and I do get some insights from it but the rewards are puny compared to the drivel in which I need to read/listen/participate.  My co-dependence stuff rises up big time 'its' a small, struggling group, they need me'.  No group needs someone whodoes notwant to be there.  Adios, with Love.  I could put that on my tombstone, my divorce certificate, sending my mother back to Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living with active disease.  I have no particular trust in myson.  I still love him but I hve little patience with the lies and cheating that come through him.  It has propelled me back into self care.  I need to do the things that protect me.  I'm cutting the cable down to fit myinterests.  He's not paying for his own stuff much less the frills in this home.  I'm giving him the car for a nominal sum.  I don't want my name on it or to participate in decisions about it with a man I can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea for a cartoon strip to enliven 12 step.  I feel a buoyancy that has been missing.  I have stopped the low dose of antidepressant tht has a laminating influence on me.  I feel a new energythat emantes from my core and is my more true spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's particularly good about today is that there are places that I can share this in the hopes that it spreads the hope and message of the program that they might be as happy as I am right now.  And it''s off to church that I go, I love communion and my God's love. Happy Day to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-83730765486279539?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/83730765486279539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-kidz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/83730765486279539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/83730765486279539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-kidz.html' title='Hey Kidz'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1572847439420498599</id><published>2010-12-12T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:23:59.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>I love you all but I'm taking the blog off my list 'to do'.  More likely, I will be reading you and leaving some comments.  What's good about today is listening to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1572847439420498599?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1572847439420498599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/12/sabbatical.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1572847439420498599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1572847439420498599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/12/sabbatical.html' title='Sabbatical'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8091773974596517328</id><published>2010-11-29T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:35:50.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are, you and me.  Nothing else is new.  My mother is in long term care and is waiting to die.  She is in a 2 person room and prefers to have her curtain completely pulled around her.  And she lays there in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has been playing video games for 15 years.  He is briefly interrupted by meals and compulsory school commitments.  He attends to his screen and blows things/people up and that is what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to work and put reports together.  The reports go to the government and report that people are ill enough to need our medical care.  The more that I complete, the better my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8091773974596517328?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8091773974596517328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8091773974596517328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8091773974596517328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6456474653430966951</id><published>2010-11-25T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:15:36.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape theTurkey Torpor!</title><content type='html'>The day started off great with a morning meeting.  It felt very loving this morning, I always say that they are my family but it was ever so much closer this morning.  There are some people who are out there and we can basically only pray for those active in the illness, the sick and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son went to a young people's meeting and, for that, I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a new friend in program and, for that, I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning before the meeting started, the woman next to me were talking and I had a huge realization.  It was that large parts of me still hurt but I dropped a large burden as I drank in a healthy part that she shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am healed through other's sharing but I haven't experienced it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles in God's world if I do the footwork.  Excuse me, now, I need to take something away from the dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6456474653430966951?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6456474653430966951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-theturkey-torpor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6456474653430966951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6456474653430966951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-theturkey-torpor.html' title='Escape theTurkey Torpor!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7617198926162557465</id><published>2010-11-22T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:04:18.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gosh, I've Been Gone a Month</title><content type='html'>I've been here, lurked a little but otherwise ocuppied.  I can't really explain it, just dropped off the radar awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy has just grown overnight, she looks bigger, she runs faster, is easier to manage in the bathroom department.  And has gotten WILD.  She jumps up in the air, flies around and in circles.  And was actually barking at my other dog today.  He was wagging his tail all the time while trying to act disapproving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18 year old man-child called from a police dept early Friday morning because he had been charged with poss of weed with intent to distribute.  I went to my meeting at 7am, asked for help and we went up to bring him and the car home.  To lawyer up, or not?  Local opinion is, yes.  To get private attorney or court appointed?  What do you old hands think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that I will be lead by my faith and not my fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7617198926162557465?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7617198926162557465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-my-gosh-ive-been-gone-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7617198926162557465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7617198926162557465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-my-gosh-ive-been-gone-month.html' title='Oh My Gosh, I&apos;ve Been Gone a Month'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1334260091771406575</id><published>2010-10-22T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:12:53.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in LOVE</title><content type='html'>She's 10 weeks old, hearing impaired, very sweet, svelte (about 5#).  A Jack Russell by breed, an angel by temperament.  White with a half inch of brown on her tail.  Her daddy's name is Casper, her mom's name is Smiley.  Given the month, we've decided to name her 'Boo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to work with me.  Pretty sacked out today, laying on her blankie, wakes up to chew her bone, sacked out.  She is a cuddle queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.  I didn't know that I needed a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God worked through you people and now I have a puppy.  I can't wait until it's morning and we see what's good about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Spellcheck does not recognize the spelling of blankie.  I bet you all know what it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1334260091771406575?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1334260091771406575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1334260091771406575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1334260091771406575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in LOVE'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8632114487627300079</id><published>2010-10-15T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:16:21.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless Friday</title><content type='html'>Faith                                                      Flowers                                     Fathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom                                               Friends                                      Forsaking all others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous Footwear                              Fortune                                     Friendliness of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith                                                      Forgiveness                               Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortitude                                              Faith                                           Food For All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention FAITH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my adult ed class last night and it came to me that although one of my Favorite&lt;br /&gt;F(ph)rases (hee hee) is 'God is everything or God is nothing' I sometimes don't conduct myself as if I believe that.  Too much lately, I have descended into 'Carol is everything or Carol is nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't that nuts, talk about an instant depressant!! If I remember how it's supposed to go, I think I'll be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved talking to you, now I will try to settle down after my 12 hour work day, yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8632114487627300079?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8632114487627300079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/fearless-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8632114487627300079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8632114487627300079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/fearless-friday.html' title='Fearless Friday'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3939746214958986935</id><published>2010-10-13T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:23:35.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inside Job</title><content type='html'>Sorry to be gone.  Took the dog to work with me this week just to have a change of pace.  Otherwise known as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ashamed that I feel bleak.  Read Frunoblax who thinks it can go away with the steps.  And the sugar craving.  I'm ready to ask that it all goes away.  Forty more years of adulthood ahead of me, we're long lived in  my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 admitted I was powerless.  That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3939746214958986935?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3939746214958986935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/inside-job.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3939746214958986935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3939746214958986935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/inside-job.html' title='An Inside Job'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-4032525511345176122</id><published>2010-10-03T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:00:37.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Together</title><content type='html'>Someone said something really sweet at a meeting last week, he said that a (12 step) meeting is the only gathering of people that just want the best for each other, to see each other succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I can say the same about my religious education class that meets weekly for the school year.  Last week I shared my spiritual autobiography and I feel good about it.  Already, I feel more understood and intimate with others.  About half the class has already given theirs and they have had their hard times with cancer and house fires, I already feel less judged by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is a new man. He has been blessed by Mother Carolyn and been cooed at by many sweet women today.  His eyes are heavy and he is napping in his chair.  I, on the other hand, will stay up until at least 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-4032525511345176122?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4032525511345176122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/working-together.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4032525511345176122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/4032525511345176122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/10/working-together.html' title='Working Together'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5134605528702748063</id><published>2010-09-30T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:27:19.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>__LT</title><content type='html'>I've been a little LT this week, that's lonely, tired.  Do you know the bedsore professionals have stolen our H-A-L-T?  It was part of a power point that I saw, H is for history, A is for associated disease, L is for look at it, T is for temperature.  Is nothing sacred??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new priority is resting. I'm keeping this short, work is overwhelming but I know it would be 10 times worse without my program.  Relief will come.  In the meantime, I'm sick of myself enough to say that I've given up the right of suffering, it's a part of me and I'm treating it like a somewhat tiresome friend for whom I try to remember compassionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is the journey without the expectation of destination, God is Everything or God is Nothing.  Most definitely, God is Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5134605528702748063?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5134605528702748063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/lt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5134605528702748063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5134605528702748063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/lt.html' title='__LT'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-9009613503465119081</id><published>2010-09-26T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:27:53.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Good</title><content type='html'>Guess what? During the Roman Empire there was a civil war that lasted 20 years. People were so thankful when it was over that they lauded their leader, Octavius (Caesar) as Lord and King, they were so grateful that the fighting was done. The Prince of Peace came and put the word out and people wondered if victory really meant peace, or whether it was just a different kind of suppression. A republic ceases to be what it is and becomes an empire instead when order is based on military rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak one's truth becomes treason when dissension is outlawed. That was two thousand years ago and wars are still waged in the name of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we learn and when will peace lovers be seen as commonplace instead of radical and suspicously un-patriotic? We seem forced to repeat history over and over. Blessed be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-9009613503465119081?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/9009613503465119081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/9009613503465119081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/9009613503465119081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-good.html' title='Still Good'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2194241459231518641</id><published>2010-09-25T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:42:21.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion to Ourselves, Take 2</title><content type='html'>I was in an emotional fugue yesterday, swung around in a different direction &amp;amp; struggling to figure it out.  The only soothing thing antidote was to come across that quote in yesterday's post, 'with compassion, welcome the demon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must have taken hold of me overnight.  And it married with the comment often heard at AA meetings, 'I've given up my right to drink'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that somewhere in my emotional stew, I realized that whatever condition my soul or my brain were in, each day would go on pretty much like the others.  Saturday, do my chores.  Sunday, go to church, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up my right to suffer.  My suffering is an inside manifestation, it's what I default to, it has become a bad habit for me.  To deny it would be to ask for more trouble, but instead I acknowledge it as a part of my make up.  But I will NOT give it anymore energy.  It is like a CD in my collection that I recall but that I'm not interested in playing any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is a change in my play book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2194241459231518641?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2194241459231518641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/compassion-to-ourselves-take-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2194241459231518641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2194241459231518641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/compassion-to-ourselves-take-2.html' title='Compassion to Ourselves, Take 2'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3911173244759455353</id><published>2010-09-24T19:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:29:29.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>Attributed to Machik Labdron in a book by Pema Chodron,  "In other traditions demons are expelled externally.  But in my tradition demons are accepted with compassion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have demons today.  I had thought of ignoring them (feelings are not facts) but being compassionate with myself never occurs to me.  I think I'll take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is tucking the demons in after a hot cup of tea.  After all, nobody else is visiting (except maybe you?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3911173244759455353?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3911173244759455353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/compassion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3911173244759455353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3911173244759455353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-7473969640153712002</id><published>2010-09-23T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:11:08.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Knew the Way, I would Take You There</title><content type='html'>Words by Robt Hunter, music by Jerry Garcia (last line of the song, Ripple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the old timers at the meeting and I were talking afterwards last week and he was joyfully commenting that it felt like people were talking about coming home.  There was much gratitude and peace, I do feel on the fringe because I'm not chemically dependent, trying to stay sober.  I'm just a hurtin' person, going with what works, trying to find my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew the way, I would take you there . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-7473969640153712002?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7473969640153712002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-knew-way-i-would-take-you-there.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7473969640153712002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/7473969640153712002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-knew-way-i-would-take-you-there.html' title='If I Knew the Way, I would Take You There'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5367218864062156295</id><published>2010-09-22T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:20:40.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Words from Mr Fulglum</title><content type='html'>Praxis:  Activity as opposed to Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the less attention I pay to what people say or think or hope.  I notice what they do, how they live and what they work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's home for you?" a stranger asks a fellow traveler on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;"Wherever she is" comes the reply, as the man points at his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to me.  Did I tell you that I have started taking an Education for Ministry evening class?  It will be half &amp;amp; half studying the Bible, synthesizing analysis of the text/culture of the time and exploring our own spirituality.  I took it because I want to know the richness that is there, a sort of 'heady' reasoning.  Now, it occurs that I may experience profound growth dispite my lack of expectation.  Can you stand it??  The world and ourselves as part of it hold such amazing opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's good about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5367218864062156295?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5367218864062156295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-words-from-mr-fulglum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5367218864062156295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5367218864062156295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-words-from-mr-fulglum.html' title='More Words from Mr Fulglum'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8178798403244493938</id><published>2010-09-21T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:46:12.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words I Wish I Wrote</title><content type='html'>By Robert Fulglum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really nothing you must be&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing you must do.&lt;br /&gt;There is really nothing you must have&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing you must know.&lt;br /&gt;There is really nothing you must become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.  It helps to understand that fire burns and when&lt;br /&gt;it rains, the earth gets wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sifting through things, separating the wheat from the chaff. I will offer up seeds as I find them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8178798403244493938?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8178798403244493938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-i-wish-i-wrote.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8178798403244493938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8178798403244493938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-i-wish-i-wrote.html' title='Words I Wish I Wrote'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2768034152852448117</id><published>2010-09-19T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:05:12.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a week since I posted.  Work has been a 50+ hour/week deal and I'm taking an 'Education for Ministry' class once a week that is pretty intense.  Also juggling bank accounts to pay son's tuition and know that I have to apply for financial aide.  It's on the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with finishing my indoor &amp;amp; outdoor projects (official compost pile is now set up) before I start another round of them.  But six days a week I get my morning meeting in and it keeps me right sized, higher powered centered and grateful for the 'problems' that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, we weathered our annual state survey this week just fine so onward and upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2768034152852448117?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2768034152852448117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2768034152852448117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2768034152852448117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-5005916722401882894</id><published>2010-09-13T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:03:14.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I had a lot of trouble staying in the present.  My vacation was coming to a close and I couldn't stop thinking about work and focus on more valuable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning I went to my am meeting and stayed a little later than usual on a work day, determined to hear something that would restore me to sanity.  What came to me was that besides being fearful, I was stuck in self-pity.  I was worrying that I would have a lot to do, that people would be leaning on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered the St Francis prayer and determined that I would spread some joy and hope instead of looking for others to support me.  I'm not sure that I accomplished it but I know that I finished the day in much better shape than I started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was good about today is that I let program lead me to my better self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-5005916722401882894?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5005916722401882894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5005916722401882894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/5005916722401882894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2056577975091094992</id><published>2010-09-11T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:03:54.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Didn't Get to Say This Morning</title><content type='html'>1)  Both/All fellowships, AA, Alanon etc.  Our common culprit is addiction, we are the affected and the afflicted and sometimes both.  Let's not fight with each other, that is the disease winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  On the Writer's Almanac (NPR) this morning, I heard about O.Henry, I'm not sure whether today is his birthday or the anniversary of his death.  He died at age 47 of alcoholism, cirrhosis of the liver.  Just think how much we miss because addiction takes people before their time.  Children miss their fathers, the world is cheated of their music, art and literature.  We've have missed a few Bill Gates in the mass of people who have died an untimely death related to alcohol use.  What a different world if we had the use of everyone's talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Oops, can't remember.  Got too wrapped up in #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that I get another day to play in my life.  I will try to finish more projects than I start  ;&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2056577975091094992?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2056577975091094992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-didnt-get-to-say-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2056577975091094992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2056577975091094992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-didnt-get-to-say-this-morning.html' title='Things I Didn&apos;t Get to Say This Morning'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-3820954593231851747</id><published>2010-09-06T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:18:31.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the absence, I logged on Saturday but had trouble getting around courtesy of  Earl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, short cut to now, all is good in the hood.  I have a week off work as long as nothing hideous is going on and they have to call me in to help.  My son, my son starts college tomorrow.  I also will accompany him to the DMV and pay his fine so that he gets his driving privileges.  I rehearsed how I was going to state that this business was between him and the court but when I saw his school schedule (in the opposite direction of my work) and knowing that he has to get a job and that I have been working gigunda hours.  Well, I had to re-think it.  And voted to be an enabling but happier mother &amp;amp; pay his bill out of his college fund.  Therefore, in theory, he needs to pay the fund back.  Yeah, I don't think he's going to take that too seriously, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, wear my recovery like a loose garment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.  What's good about today is that I've already been to a meeting, posted on my blog and I'm off to meet friends for a serious game of miniature golf and will return home to continue digging up my front yard for more garden space.  Let's all it awhile in the shade today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-3820954593231851747?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3820954593231851747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3820954593231851747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/3820954593231851747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8851493993647008083</id><published>2010-09-01T20:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:44:20.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello September</title><content type='html'>Nothing like angst to make me a more regular blogger! Continue to feel a little better, I went out for lunch, went to the gym instead and had a session, I knew it was the break that would allow me to put in a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll take a long break again and help my son with a ride to continue to take placement tests to see if he can do college level work. Sigh. It will be cooler tomorrow and I am supposed to have next week off which will be great. But, I'm keeping it in the day and the day is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that I feel more at ease in my own skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8851493993647008083?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8851493993647008083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-september.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8851493993647008083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8851493993647008083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-september.html' title='Hello September'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6163707609265135491</id><published>2010-08-31T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:07:16.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Bad</title><content type='html'>Why must we keep learning things over and over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took care of myself today, took myself out to lunch at Las Olas, our very own New England taqueria. Yummy, fresh food. Kept me going through the afternoon. Taking good care of ourselves, what a concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a fellow 12 stepper (hello, Hugh, where did you go?) said, 'why is it so hard to do the things that help us?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's good about today is that we get a new day to try it all again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6163707609265135491?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6163707609265135491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6163707609265135491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6163707609265135491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-so-bad.html' title='Not So Bad'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2383599155614174513</id><published>2010-08-30T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:20:26.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Yeah</title><content type='html'>I forgot I have an anxiety problem.  Which means I have a fear problem and that means I have an anger problem.  It doesn't mean that I'm a bad person or that I don't try hard enough or that I'm not 'fit' and I don't pray enough.  I just forgot to attend to it and keep it up there in front of my vision.  It is the filter that I view everything through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know what I have, I can turn it over to a power greater than myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2383599155614174513?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2383599155614174513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2383599155614174513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2383599155614174513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh, Yeah'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-2854526832882410991</id><published>2010-08-29T22:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:40:48.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat Better</title><content type='html'>Part of my feel better campaign was to go to church.  She (rector) said that we come for many reasons and that some of us want to feel better about ourselves and be happier and that Jesus, of course, was much more radical than that.  Which made me feel even more sure that I am so not worthy since I am pretty self involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to get over myself,  I'll just keep praying and putting myself in holy places and be patient, trudge the road to happy destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS My vampire heroine, Zoey, died at the end of book #6 saving her human boyfriend and her Goddess markings disappeared, which is ominous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-2854526832882410991?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2854526832882410991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhat-better.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2854526832882410991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/2854526832882410991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhat-better.html' title='Somewhat Better'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-6655034956229414582</id><published>2010-08-28T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:12:15.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>Feeling a weird today.  Maybe it's reading too many vampire books, I'm polishing off a series on the 'summer reading for high school students' counter, written by a teacher and her daughter.  Sort of a Hogwarts school for vampire training.  This latest #5 or 6 centers around making good vs evil choices and I'm wigged out.  My son is away a second night 'camping' and as much as I say I like it, anxiety &amp;amp; paralysis both slip in to me.  I don't do much except zone out and read, maybe that is called relaxing.  How come I feel close to a panic attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that soon it will be tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-6655034956229414582?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6655034956229414582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6655034956229414582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/6655034956229414582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-266314851130284828</id><published>2010-08-27T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:52:23.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness is the Mightiest Force in the World, p299 ODAT</title><content type='html'>Well, it stopped raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm melancholy.  I hate admitting that.  Suffering is going on around me.  The son may not be able to do college level work, according to his placement testing.  He did not seem to be taking it too hard as he left for a camping trip yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends would like to take my co-worker's job slot if she doesn't come back.  They believe themselves to be suffering in their present jobs.  The three of us were around a big table at a workshop yesterday.  I realized that I need to stay neutral about this.  Especially when seated feet away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not heard from missing co-worker for over 12 weeks as she has extended FMLA, whatever is going on I don't believe is fun.  Just randomly let me add that an acquaintance told me Sunday that a mutual acquaintance (her ex-partner) came very close to dying from a suicide attempt a few days before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother getting shooed from the front doors of her nursing home.  She is used to life ad lib and now wears an arm bracelet that beeps near exits.  She blames my sister &amp;amp; brother in law for 'getting their revenge on me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering.  All life is suffering, isn't that the Buddhist wisdom?  Let's practice kindness in what we do for we are so fragile, all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-266314851130284828?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/266314851130284828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindness-is-mightiest-force-in-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/266314851130284828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/266314851130284828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindness-is-mightiest-force-in-world.html' title='Kindness is the Mightiest Force in the World, p299 ODAT'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-1444796903137224883</id><published>2010-08-23T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:12:18.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Life</title><content type='html'>Someone celebrating their anniversary used that phrase, "a whole new life", referring to learning to live in sobriety.  I don't have sobriety to worry about but I agree that a spiritual awakening does lead to a new life.  My thought is that I'm not so much in recovery as I'm in discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that keeping an open heart lets in new awareness and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-1444796903137224883?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1444796903137224883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/whole-new-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1444796903137224883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/1444796903137224883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/whole-new-life.html' title='A Whole New Life'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8311061208304240930</id><published>2010-08-22T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:33:42.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Not By Accident But By Choice</title><content type='html'>Borrowed that subtitle from Garytude, his subtitle, my title-title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third incident that I have come across virtually the same message from different sources in the past two days.  The common theme is that you cannot dwell on unhappy things.  One source put it this way, 'banish unhappy thoughts from your mind'.  I like that, in cognitive therapy terms it is called thought stoppage.  So, if, just by chance I am beating myself up this weekend, at my first awareness, I stop that thought and substitute something else, usually a prayer or a sentence of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can use this strategy readily because I think most of my sad thoughts are delusional.  They are incidents of forgetting that I am a bad judge of  'the truth' so I just give a mental burp and it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today is that I'm teachable.  Again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8311061208304240930?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8311061208304240930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness-not-by-accident-but-by-choice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8311061208304240930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8311061208304240930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness-not-by-accident-but-by-choice.html' title='Happiness Not By Accident But By Choice'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016951632049520656.post-8576051664774301404</id><published>2010-08-21T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:31:33.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Me, Oh My. Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>I've felt 'out of it' today, couldn't wake up, did one little project, otherwise have hugged the couch with a book, snacking ALL day.  Feeling nervous, anxious for no particular reason, am wondering if I am channeling some of my mother's anxiety, if I find out that they transferred her to the dementia unit today it will be more than coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not labeling this with negative stuff, just took me all day to realize that I could have prayed about it but I only just had the awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass.  One thing that I've gained is that I don't take these uncomfortable times seriously, it turns on a dime. No mistakes in God's world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016951632049520656-8576051664774301404?l=threeroutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8576051664774301404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-me-oh-my-happy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8576051664774301404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016951632049520656/posts/default/8576051664774301404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threeroutes.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-me-oh-my-happy-saturday.html' title='Oh Me, Oh My. Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238104201320280408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
