Day Eight

Day Eight...The Journey Forward

I know where I stand upon the roadmap of my life.

I could never move in any direction till this was clear.

It's clear.

I've been pondering of where it is I would like to live.

Did I want to stay in Queens?
Did I want to move back to LongIsland?

I'm 33 years old, single and I have the freedom and choice to live anywhere I choose.
I left Long Island two years ago because I couldn't seem to get out of the cycle of active addiction I was caught up in.

I left everything here and built a new life for myself.

But it's time to come home.

Something is drawing me back here.
The power it used to have no longer has me in it's grips anymore.
I don't see the past here any more; Only the promise of what the future holds
and the hope that wells within me.

I met up with a few people in recovery this evening.
I was welcomed with big smiles and hugs of love.

Something is telling me to come back.

I've learned that the voice within is the voice that loving guides
me in this journey of rediscovering myself.

Something is stirring within.
Something is being processed.
Something is about to be revealed.

Tommorow is the 4th of July.
Independence Day.
A celebration of freedom.

I am free.
Life is amazing.

I was sitting on a tree stump looking at a field of tiger lilies dancing in the wind on a sea of green; trying to put words to together to describe it's beauty.

But there are no words to express the perfection of the brush stokes
of brilliance that nature paints upon this canvas of life.

Until tommorow.