Some of my favorite writers are starting over with new blogs. They have stories to tell and they want to tell them in relative peace and privacy. Writing and speaking and being free are all beautiful things, often complicated by the roles we inhabit, jobs we hold, family we seek to protect.

Seeing people find solace in a safe place is a lovely thing to behold.

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In 8 days I’ll have 6 months sobriety. We’re not supposed to count our chicks before they hatch, but I get another coin (pretty blue) to add to my growing pile, so it’s especially exciting. One half year of not drinking and following a spiritual program. A program which is becoming less about not drinking and more about fellowship, service, and (incredibly for someone like me — a perennial cat wearing a wool suit) serenity.

In my life, I’ve often felt I was looking for home… a house or place where I could rest and be safe and cozy. While the search for that physical retreat goes on (we’re putting our house on the market, again), I’m starting to feel ok with my little cottage inside. Dopey and simplistic, but powerful nonetheless.

I have a place to call my own, that is mine no matter what external circumstances (those changeable bastards) uncover. And if I’m lucky enough to have a place, a home, that mirrors this, then I’ll be incredibly grateful.

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