Here is the link:
Sweet dreams,
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
Above: Wildflower Bouquet, alcohol ink art by my gifted cousin, Linda Silver.
I am doing my best, day by day. Being present.
Good night.
Here is the story link:
Above, vintage cat image by Barbara Clooney. Link from HERE.
Story link: https://alicegarbarinihurley.medium.com/the-kitten-imprint-eef959fa01ba
Sorry to double-dip, posting a story on Medium AND here, but it is relevant.
ADDICTION RECOVERY STORY #29, HYDRANGEA: THE CASE OF THE CANDY QUEEN
LINK BELOW
Good night.
Here is my latest Medium story, published last nite (Saturday). It was a day with waves of sadness and feelings of loss, in spite of my efforts to take in a wider view and more importantly, my clear knowledge that the story of Skippy’s life path is far from finished.
This flower title is
Addiction Recovery Story #24, Gladiola: Farewell to Shame
My day got brighter when I got out of bed and raked under the forsythia shrubs and around the struggling beach rose plants (which thrive on the Cape Cod dunes, not here).
Then our good friend M (husband to my good friend A) came over to watch the March Madness basketball game in our living room. He and A went to University of Virginia and UVA was playing. It was a good game, and I got lost in it. The three of us, with Sugar in our midst, ate dinner in front of the set.
But the addiction recovery writing--it called out to be written, even near 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, and it helped. I felt better having connected to my own feelings and I hope, to others, who might understand and have empathy.
Would you mind giving me a bit of Medium feedback, if you read the stories?
Above, Smashburger grilled chicken sandwich, no shake. Image from HERE.
My latest piece on Medium:
Addiction Story #18, Marigold: Nabisco in My Rearview Mirror.
Good night.
The road to overeating might possibly be paved with excellent pie dough.
An early good night.
https://alicegarbarinihurley.medium.com/the-pandemic-party-that-wasnt-cd3e4a3f93f1
I got up at 8:15 a.m. today, when Sugar woofed to go out, and have spent almost five hours?! writing this essay and adding the Instagram photos, so I think this will be my writing for today.
Enjoy your day.
Please check Medium link above.
I have loved writing lately, and think of it as a treat, a craft, a comfort. But it is 12:38 a.m. and I should probably rethink my writing time.
When I stay up late like this, I fuel myself with food--grabby, unhealthy foods.
I really would like to figure this out.
Good night.