Zen and the Art of Being

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©2018 DAMGarrity

I took this picture yesterday at the Lehigh River. This first stack of Zen Rocks I ever made was a therapeutic moment in my life. It took only minutes, but I learned a lot.

One, even though there was activity all around me (people conversing, kids playing in the river, my husband talking nearby as he did his own thing) I remained intently focused on my task at hand. Once I finished my zen rocks and sat quietly for a few minutes, I readjusted to the reality around me, pulled out my cellphone and snapped this picture.

There were other zen rocks around me that I appreciated and nodded at as I walked the brief shoreline of the river. There were so many people sitting in chairs in the river, splashing about and sitting on towels in the dirt eating lunch. The energy was incredible and I inhaled all that energy in the oxygen around me, paused, then exhaled every tense fiber of my being. It was in that moment, I finally learned what it meant to JUST BE.

My husband and I did other things that day, too. We walked on the Appalachian Trail briefly yesterday and realized a few things: one, the trail is no joke (we would watch a documentary later that night about the AT and find out we did alright considering the Pennsylvania terrain). Number two, if you really want to do something, you just have to freaking do it.

What am I sitting around waiting for? All these wasted days of worry and fretting over shit that either hasn’t happened yet or has happened and I can’t change does me no good. After we got home yesterday, we took quick little power naps, made coffee, had some burgers and dogs, watched fireworks and then put on a documentary about the AT and were so inspired by these people who left their daily lives to just go BE. These people who I am sure had jobs, ideas – life in some town somewhere in the world – gave most of it or even all of it up to go live on the AT and hike (mostly by foot) from Georgia to Maine or Maine to Georgia.

This morning, I awoke to the sun beaming through my bedroom window and as I did my normal morning routine, felt more peaceful than I ever did before. I did my morning meditation with more conviction, I journaled, I got my coffee, watched the weather, then left for work after I kissed my husband ‘see you later.’

I just feel different today; I feel more hopeful. I have direction and plan on using it to steer me exactly where I want to be.

Blessed be.

 

 

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Checkin’ In

 

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Good afternoon, y’all. Since the dismantling of the daily post, I find that I haven’t much to post here. I am still working on edits for the book and also my third poetry book which I have pushed back twice now. Well, my husband has been in the process of opening his own tattoo shop and I have been helping out, so there is that, too.

My vacation was supposed to be this week, but last week just made more sense. I had plans to be home every day, catching up on reading and writing, but life always happens and I am cool with that.

I’ve also been studying the Law of Attraction which seems to be making so much sense. I never looked at the things that have happened to me in my life as being my fault. They were always someone else’s fault, but the more I study and look back on everything, I can see where my mood/attitude directly affected my state of mind and surroundings.

On the book, I have hit a literary (not literal) wall. I had all these plans to write all these wonderful things and help people with my stories and poetry of getting through my hell called addiction, and I just cannot think of any two words that flow.

Yes, I still plan on publishing, but most likely in July. Right now, I am working on discipline. Truthfully, I am lazy as hell, and I suck at discipline. The only time I am good at discipline is when my life is on the line, or I am super pissed off. But I am trying not to be pissed off all the time because it hinders my well-being.

So, I keep watching videos, reading books, and putting the tools to practice. So far, I do feel better and am dismissing things that previously annoyed the shit out of me. I am watching and reading a lot of Abraham Hicks stuff and noticed there are a lot of celebrities who have put these tools to practice! And take a look at their lives! Holy crap.

My biggest hang up is believing I am worthy of success. Sometimes I am pretty hard on myself, but lately, I have been catching my thoughts and switching them to a more positive stream. It says to give it thirty days, and it has been about eighteen. But I am feeling better.

It’s all a state of mind…

 

The Last Daily Prompt

bible-3370021_960_720Retrospective is the final prompt which apparently at one time was afterthought if you look at the link, but oh well. I am going to miss the Daily Prompt not only because sometimes I am at a loss for ideas on what to write about, but because I met so many cool people, found some cool blogs and gained a shit ton of followers. I noticed, too, that when I don’t link to an outside source my blog gets way fewer hits.

Most of the blogs I follow are in the reader, which I love. I can go to the reader and find my favorite followed blogs and also put in certain words for new blogs to follow. For example, if I type in the word retrospective, I might find some great blogs I normally would never find. Or maybe I type the word river, or just click on any one of the different keywords in my follower to see who has what to write today. Some of my keywords are related to mental health because I love to read about people overcoming obstacles.

So, this is our last shot at going to one page to find our friends or blogs we love to see in that gaggle of squares on The Daily Post page. I will keep looking for a similar format to join without having to join anything… that was kind of the beauty of this. There was no pressure… no email, or reminder. If I wanted to go to the page and write about the prompt, I could. I didn’t have to do anything. All I needed was a WordPress blog and to link back to the page.

Let’s not be strangers… get on WordPress, go to that followed blogs page and see all the wonder bestowed upon you. Click on some random keywords and find something worth reading… maybe you’ll find a new daily prompt. I know I’ll be looking.

Thanks for checking out my words… Blessed Be. ❤

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The Broken Road (Flash Fiction)


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Centralia, PA – ©2018 DAMGarrity 

There was this road; this cracked, steamy, dilapidated road I heard about in a bar twenty miles outside of the small town of Centralia, PA.  The gentleman (I use that term loosely) who spoke of the road was so inebriated, I could scarcely tell if it was a whacked out story handed down through generations or if there was truth to the tale.

But I had to know.  That was my nature.  I had to get to the bottom of everything.  So, like a snake slithering back into the trees, I slipped out of the bar and headed for Centralia. I drove around that bright, sunny Sunday afternoon and finally saw the sign:

CENTRALIA – 2 MILES

Yes!  I overheard the road was closed.  And why wouldn’t it be?  Apparently, it was in no condition to handle any kind of traffic.  There were cracks and graffiti; steam and overgrown weeds. I came around a bend and I saw the cemetery on Highway 61 that was mentioned. It was old Highway 61 I was searching for and it shot right off of new Highway 61.

I made it!  I could go back to the city and tell everyone about the broken road I had stumbled upon.  Well, I could have. I failed to heed any advice in the tale. Like a fool, I traveled the road by auto instead of by foot.

There was a large crack in the road, I hadn’t noticed it really if you could believe that.  I was too busy gazing at all the profane graffiti on the sun-baked asphalt while catching glimpses of steam shooting out from cracks far down the broken road.

I navigated a large crater, and without a rumble, the ground opened wide and swallowed me whole.  It was almost as if the broken road had been waiting to feast on something to quell its burning innards.

I always did have terrible timing.

*Originally published in 2012

**Centralia, PA is a real place with a real broken road. Please visit this link for more information:  http://www.centraliapa.org/history-centralia-pa-before-1962/

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Twelve Years Sober

776eaf4719ddaa1fb1d210fa91a956e5_screenI might be guilty of bragging, but that’s fine. Some things are worth bragging about every day. Being clean and sober is one of them. It might be difficult to understand if you’ve never been on the giving or receiving end of this type of hell. That makes you fortunate.

But, I am fortunate, too.

I am fortunate to have been through hell and come out filthy on the other side. I went through all that shit to make me a stronger person and to help others get through their own version of hell.

That is what this life is all about. Helping others. I don’t get to give up because as much as I might want to, or as much as I might feel my life is all my own and that it is no one else’s business what I do, that is an inaccurate statement.

I am doing this whole Law of Attraction thing and though it feels like nothing is giving and nothing is sparkly, I am learning that I am still on my path. I am learning that despite once feeling guilty about everything that ever happened to me, I am okay. I am the master of my universe. I am the creator of my life. I have a vibration that attracts things. The essence of that which is like unto itself is drawn.

I used to write about my sobriety here but stopped because I was busy with other things and there were already so many great websites and blogs about living sober I figured I would be better off helping people in other ways, and so I did.

If you are going through it, keep going. You’re going to be okay. If you need help and have to where to turn, go to one of these links to get started. AA NA

Guilty

Awkward Moments

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A life riddled

With awkward moments

Passionate

Extreme

So many tales

Tears and laughter

Grief and satisfaction

Photogenic reminiscences of a life endured

Of love suffered

Moments of agony wrapped in splendor

Only awkward felt reasonable

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