Another day filled with GRATITUDE!

I woke up this morning and the sun was shining and it felt warm and
soothing upon my skin as I sat in Mom's rocking chair with a steaming
mug of coffee, rocking as silently as I could.

Bright sunshine streaming through double living room windows, made a pot
of rainbows out of the tiny hanging prisms that hung between the double
windows. Simplicity. I know I need that!

This is the final two weeks of total privacy and solitude that I will
have for the next six months...I will absorb these quiet moments and
lock them into memory.

Like a prayer plant that closes it's leaves at dusk and opens once again
to greet the morning sun, I will be that prayer plant waiting for the
transformation to come.

I know that time has a silly way of playing with human dreams. I
remember - when quitting smoking felt like I was up against a lifetime
of horrific suffering. That I might never experience happiness or peace
without the sanctity of a cigarette. How one can delude themselves into
thinking that life is not worth living without feeding this addiction -
now that is total insanity dear CuckooCat.

Some of us survived the litterboxes of rumors and learned to move on to
embrace different modes of communication. We learned that holding
grudges, and throwing cat poop might make our minds, spirits, and
clothing stink.

Over time, and quit - the mask that we were and wore, has faded. We
have learned to feel and to reveal - there will never be a time or place
where those of us who have quit this deadly addiction will ever be able
to resume it comfortably again. We know.

Everyday QUIT is our own private miracle. WE (YOU and ME) chose life
over death.

x0x00x0x
aha!



robbster | 6 Years Quit!

I love your post

so much truth in it.

PolarBear

"BSDGAL" <bsdgal@bsdgal.com> wrote in message
news:hkfrn8$njt$1@news.eternal-september.org...
> I woke up this morning and the sun was shining and it felt warm and
> soothing upon my skin as I sat in Mom's rocking chair with a steaming mug
> of coffee, rocking as silently as I could.
>
> Bright sunshine streaming through double living room windows, made a pot
> of rainbows out of the tiny hanging prisms that hung between the double
> windows. Simplicity. I know I need that!
>
> This is the final two weeks of total privacy and solitude that I will have
> for the next six months...I will absorb these quiet moments and lock them
> into memory.
>
> Like a prayer plant that closes it's leaves at dusk and opens once again
> to greet the morning sun, I will be that prayer plant waiting for the
> transformation to come.
>
> I know that time has a silly way of playing with human dreams. I
> remember - when quitting smoking felt like I was up against a lifetime of
> horrific suffering. That I might never experience happiness or peace
> without the sanctity of a cigarette. How one can delude themselves into
> thinking that life is not worth living without feeding this addiction -
> now that is total insanity dear CuckooCat.
>
> Some of us survived the litterboxes of rumors and learned to move on to
> embrace different modes of communication. We learned that holding grudges,
> and throwing cat poop might make our minds, spirits, and clothing stink.
>
> Over time, and quit - the mask that we were and wore, has faded. We have
> learned to feel and to reveal - there will never be a time or place where
> those of us who have quit this deadly addiction will ever be able to
> resume it comfortably again. We know.
>
> Everyday QUIT is our own private miracle. WE (YOU and ME) chose life over
> death.
>
> x0x00x0x
> aha!
>
>
>
> robbster | 6 Years Quit!
>

On Feb 4, 9:02*pm, "PolarBear" <carme...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> I love your post
>
> so much truth in it.
>
> PolarBear
>

> - Show quoted text -

She's a winner, isn't she?

What a beautiful post. How I wish I could write like that.
Sue

On Thu, 04 Feb 2010 20:19:35 -0500, BSDGAL <bsdgal@bsdgal.com> wrote:

>I woke up this morning and the sun was shining and it felt warm and
>soothing upon my skin as I sat in Mom's rocking chair with a steaming
>mug of coffee, rocking as silently as I could.
>
>Bright sunshine streaming through double living room windows, made a pot
>of rainbows out of the tiny hanging prisms that hung between the double
>windows. Simplicity. I know I need that!
>
>This is the final two weeks of total privacy and solitude that I will
>have for the next six months...I will absorb these quiet moments and
>lock them into memory.
>
>Like a prayer plant that closes it's leaves at dusk and opens once again
>to greet the morning sun, I will be that prayer plant waiting for the
>transformation to come.
>
>I know that time has a silly way of playing with human dreams. I
>remember - when quitting smoking felt like I was up against a lifetime
>of horrific suffering. That I might never experience happiness or peace
>without the sanctity of a cigarette. How one can delude themselves into
>thinking that life is not worth living without feeding this addiction -
>now that is total insanity dear CuckooCat.
>
>Some of us survived the litterboxes of rumors and learned to move on to
>embrace different modes of communication. We learned that holding
>grudges, and throwing cat poop might make our minds, spirits, and
>clothing stink.
>
>Over time, and quit - the mask that we were and wore, has faded. We
>have learned to feel and to reveal - there will never be a time or place
>where those of us who have quit this deadly addiction will ever be able
>to resume it comfortably again. We know.
>
>Everyday QUIT is our own private miracle. WE (YOU and ME) chose life
>over death.
>
>x0x00x0x
>aha!
>
>
>
> robbster | 6 Years Quit!

Hugs back to you, Bev! From your title through the post I picked up
your good vibe! I fully agree gaining smobriety is the best gift we
can give ourselves!

FlatironMike
Two years, eleven months, three weeks, four days, 14 hours, 40 minutes
and 4 seconds. 21812 cigarettes not smoked, saving $6,543.67. Life
saved: 10 weeks, 5 days, 17 hours, 40 minutes.

On Feb 4, 5:19*pm, BSDGAL <bsd...@bsdgal.com> wrote:
> I woke up this morning and the sun was shining and it felt warm and
> soothing upon my skin as I sat in Mom's rocking chair with a steaming
> mug of coffee, rocking as silently as I could.
>
> Bright sunshine streaming through double living room windows, made a pot
> of rainbows out of the tiny hanging prisms that hung between the double
> windows. Simplicity. *I know I need that!
>
> This is the final two weeks of total privacy and solitude that I will
> have for the next six months...I will absorb these quiet moments and
> lock them into memory.
>
> Like a prayer plant that closes it's leaves at dusk and opens once again
> to greet the morning sun, I will be that prayer plant waiting for the
> transformation to come.
>
> I know that time has a silly way of playing with human dreams. I
> remember - when quitting smoking felt like I was up against a lifetime
> of horrific suffering. That I might never experience happiness or peace
> without the sanctity of a cigarette. How one can delude themselves into
> thinking that life is not worth living without feeding this addiction -
> now that is total insanity dear CuckooCat.
>
> Some of us survived the litterboxes of rumors and learned to move on to
> embrace different modes of communication. We learned that holding
> grudges, and throwing cat poop might make our minds, spirits, and
> clothing stink.
>
> Over time, and quit - the mask that we were and wore, has faded. *We
> have learned to feel and to reveal - there will never be a time or place
> where those of us who have quit this deadly addiction will ever be able
> to resume it comfortably again. We know.
>
> Everyday QUIT is our own private miracle. *WE (YOU and ME) chose life
> over death.
>
> x0x00x0x
> aha!
>
> * * * * * * * robbster *| *6 Years Quit!

Love this.