Boris survived independence day! Never a fun time for old bo bo. Like all pets he’s not a fan of fireworks.
We need to remember to ask for love during hard times and know there’s always a morning after.
Peace,
Dwight
Good Morning🤗
Author: Dwight Hyde
Love remains
I can’t help sense that behind everything is Love. There is no science I can point to just an innate knowing.
This sense of something . I believe we all feel it at times. To me, the bravest thing we can do is not give into fear, but instead allow love to take form within us and give it away daily to ALL.
I know it is very discouraging with all that is going on in the world and with mankind. I truly feel though, we have an opportunity to grow upwards and evolve if we just reconnect to the intention of Source.
Peace,
Dwight
Freedom
I posted this out on my Instagram page last year. As many of you know, I have quite the history with my dragon.
This dragon isn’t being sent to me from beyond.
It’s coming from within.
Sometimes it’s the only way my soul can get my attention.
Each time I’m forced to battle, I get stronger.
Our soul is quite the teacher.
You were intended here by a Great Spirit.
Call it what you will.
Your freedom is that you are Perfect – Whole – Complete
Aho❤️
Mr. Hyde
The dragon is back. Currently noise and triggers within my mind is winning. Any breeze can toss me about with ease. A comment, a tone, an image, feeling,…be whatever strikes with intense precision brining me to my knees. Think Harry Potter with death eaters or dueling wands. Except I don’t even raise my wand.
It’s not a fun place to be. Shocked, offended, and surprised. There’s nowhere to run and hide, since everyone is pointing me out…or that’s how it seems.
If I could just reach my soul, I know I’ll have a chance.
…Depression just sucks. I thought I’d share my current spell with others just to let you know you’re not alone. I usually write about this after the fact when I kicked it’s ass, but thought being vulnerable and open may help me through and others. It feels so low and very cold where I can barely move in fear it strikes again and again.
Playing events out in my mind shine clues of how I’ve arrived here again. My defenses were nil – why – given my past ..no clue.
Writing it out helps connect some dots. No cries of poor Dwight please..that isn’t this intent.
The dragon is quiet. It’s time to form a new plan.
A huge voice is screaming don’t publish this you fool. You’re not anonymous! Another small faint voice says go ahead.
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3 AM thoughts
A peak into my journal…
Being alive
I’m in the clouds looking down on earth
Or somewhere else just remembering
Either way I’m not here
But I remember being alive
Not general life things
But being alive things
Like peddling my mountain bike for twenty minutes on a steady gradual uphill and finally taking a break
Setting down my bike
Taking off my helmet
Laying in the grass
Hearing the birds chirp
The trees sway
Staring at the big blue sky
As my lungs slowly stop burning
I catch my breath
I think this thought and smile
I once was alive
Quitting Alcohol – Mind, Body, and Soul
How does one quit alcohol? How does one walk away from it? What advice do you give someone when they ask these questions or start on this path?
I don’t know. I struggle a lot trying to provide helpful answers for others. All I know is what is working for me.
MIND
I grew up in a world where alcohol was peddled as The Answer for everything. I mean everything: shyness, depression, celebrations, courage, boredom… I gulped it down. So far down that these alcohol pathways in my mind became trenches. The problem with trenches is it’s very hard to see out of them. I was conditioned to blindly follow. It took me 40 years in the trench to figure out alcohol wasn’t the answer. In fact it was a liar because each usage never brought me satisfaction in the end. Yes, there was initial ups but they always always ducked out early and left me alone feeling worse from the consumption. Climbing out of a trench and forming new pathways is no easy task and takes much faith and bravery facing the unknown. All I can say is there is much light and many others living outside of the fog.
BODY
The body can only take so much abuse. Yes, it’s called alcohol abuse for a reason. The hangovers, bloodshot eyes, throwing up, bumping into things, blackouts, shaking, and brain fog is your body telling you Enough Already! Listen to it! How can this be a good thing for you? It’s NOT! Not for those of us who can’t stop after one drink. Listen to your body and don’t forget those horrific effects.
SOUL
I no longer feel guilt or being ashamed that use to come each time after a binge session. Those feelings kept getting worse and more and more intense near the end. I truly feel my soul was shouting for god sakes man stop this nonsense. Give yourself a chance. I knew in my heart I wasn’t intended to live this life leaning on alcohol as a crutch. Today my Inner Voice glows with much love. I feel crisp, sharp, and alive. I feel true to myself. Even my bad days look so much brighter then before.
So that’s my trinity I use daily to stay sober one day at a time. It takes all three to keep me whole and To Remember where I came from and where I want to be.
Peace,
Dwight
(Day 481)
Photos along the way
Getting off the highway
This post is dedicated to my friend Anne Marie. Check out her blog at https://seclusion101withannemarie.com. She’s a beautiful soul and I enjoy reading about what’s happening in her life😊
Well I finally got around to stop and takes some pictures while out on my motorcycle. Here you go:
Cripple Creek, Colorado
Old gold mining
Old train car
Hope you all have a great week!
Peace,
Dwight
