James Taylor: ‘A big part of my story is recovery from addiction’ – Telegraph

‘A big part of my story is recovery from addiction,’ he says now, matter-of-factly. ‘One thing that addiction does is, it freezes you. You don’t develop, you don’t learn the skills by trial and error of having experiences and learning from them, and finding out what it is you want, and how to go about getting it, by relating with other people. You short-circuit all of that stuff and just go for the button that says this feels good over and over again. So you can wake up, as I did, at the age of 36, feeling like you’re still 17. One of the things you learn as you get older is that you’re just the same.’

via James Taylor: ‘A big part of my story is recovery from addiction’ – Telegraph.

via James Taylor: ‘A big part of my story is recovery from addiction’ – Telegraph.

THE WINTER SOLSTICE.

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I am meant to go to Bellingen today. To the movies with  the Girls but I think I shall most likely remain locked in my home. In retreat. I am defined at the moment by quite a tight framework and this week it has shrunken to home. I feel as if I might shatter if I attempted feats beyond that encasing.

Well – I am fecked. I didn’t quite expect that. I shall maybe go to some packing and see how minimal I can keep it. I feel as if I have had a plaster on myself. A full body cast. Gradually its been healing and re-done in lighter and lighter casts. Then this week I put my whole weight on my personality and crunch, something has broken again. Time for a light cast once more. Just a splint for a little bit, perhaps. To hold me together.

One red hibiscus is in flower in my yard and the strawberries would be edible if the rabbits hadn’t eaten them first. I saw a man with a kayak and I got a message from Izzy’s brother and his wife which means a lot to me because I thought they didn’t like me. Also his granddaughter.

GOOD NIGHT IZ. GOOD NIGHT MY LOVELY LADY

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THERE WE ARE. The First year has passed. I went to bed late that night, when you had been asleep for hours and , as usual, I snuggled in and woke you to say our good nights.

Keep guard over me, Izzy. I don’t know what Saffron and you talked of that last day but you surely did some talking. She said to me as they were leaving;

” Nana, we will be here every day from now on. “

And they were, Iz. They were.

I still hear the wail of agony from KB when she was taking to me on the phone the next day and the Police came up the driveway. That wail pierces me every time I think of it.

And on the last night, you finished the floor of our shed and turned to me arms outstretched and said ;

M’Lady – now I know I can build us a cabin in the Bush.

Good Night , Iz. Sleep well.  Sandra was here today and brought me home cooked spaghetti for my dinner and I have been in retreat for days.

Good Night, Iz. Good Night.

LYNNE STRIP

Lynne hasn’t written a song at all but this came today from

Jennifer Carter

Today is yesterday…
Has a year truly gone by?
So much has changed;
So much has not.
Life has continued
And yet it has not.

My year of ‘firsts’ is now squarely done
And it’s no easier now than when it was begun

Don’t get me wrong, I’m finding my way
But I still miss you each and every day

I’ve learnt, here and there, to laugh again
And there are moments and days, I can even smile without pain

Today is yesterday…
Has a year truly gone by?
So much has changed;
So much has not.
Life has continued
And yet it has not.

I love you
I miss you

And without you
I love, and I live on

Until I see you again