In the midst of my darkest hour -- as I desperately tried to find my way, in tiny moments I started writing Choosing Hope. I didn't know it at the time of course -- I just started pouring my heart out onto the page. That became my lifeline, my way forward. There is a way forward from darkness -- focusing on the light that is also all around.
If we can deal with the residue of pain so that it doesn't undermine our ability to have nourishing relationships, the rest will fall into place. The thing not to do is to pretend that nothing happened, something did and it can and needs to be addressed if we truly want to turn the tide of the legacy of addiction.
I strongly oppose capital punishment which Blanton and his evil co-conspirators so viciously inflicted. But I do support punishment which at least tries to proximate his heinous crime. This prisoner snuffed out four sacred child lives and escaped punishment for decades. He should die in prison for his inhumane atrocious crime.
We may be too close to our own experience to see that our anxiety is attached to the abiding sense of powerlessness and lack of boundaries we associate with someone whom we've parentalized. On the other hand, part of reclaiming ourselves is staying present with our emotions and unpacking them to get at the root.
I made the deliberate choice in the midst of tragedy and fear to focus on the best rather than the worst of humanity; to look upon the beautiful as opposed to the ugly parts of mankind. I chose to extend kindness, gentleness, and compassion to others instead of succumbing to bitterness and hatred. Won't you join me.