The following poem was written back in June of 1996. Back then I was a drug using, drug selling, violent little badass. I was at Walla Walla, living with Mikey and Jeff. When we were using drugs and smoking joints people use to walk by our cell, look in, and fiend. A lot of … Continue reading Taking The Edge Off Prison Life
My wife recently asked how my book group, Stone Catchers, was going. I told her that I quit because of a few guys that I despise. She sweetly reminded me of what I wrote in a post called, STONE CATCHERS (WEEK 1): "Within this class you can catch those potentially destructive stones and lay them to rest in … Continue reading Stone Catchers: I Quit!!!
Prison is full of drama, negativity, and hate. But thanks to programs like NA, prison also offers hope, time to reflect, time to heal, and plenty of time for rehabilitation. Some of the tools I'm finding from within NA are very effective and powerful. They go beyond addiction and can be applied by … Continue reading My 14th NA Meeting
I took a seat in the back. I shook a few hands as people filed in. Then, I just sat there and listened as people read from chapter 10 in the big blue NA book. This is what I got from it: "We are often amazed at how things work out for us. We … Continue reading My 6th NA Meeting
Back in 1996, I lived with a couple heroin junkies at the Washington State Penitentiary in Walla Walla, Wa. They tried like hell to get me to shoot up that brown liquid syrup. I was offered hundreds of dollars in free dope to "just try it''. I held my ground and refused. However, I … Continue reading My 1st Narcotics Anonymous Meeting
It’s hard for me to not take a loss personally. But the truth is, losing gives me an opportunity to develop coping skills. It gives me the opportunity to evolve and grow. And it gives me an opportunity to apply the practical teachings & philosophies that I study. To me, if I lose, … Continue reading H6 Nationals Lose Game #5
In the following letter, my husband shows how he shifts his focus towards love. I am sooo proud of him. To find such amazing discipline in a negative environment demonstrates incredible self-mastery of the mind.
My husband is in prison. It doesn’t matter where we are, we all have a choice to control our thoughts. (You’ll LOVE this poem he wrote: –Who I Am–)
Knowing that the power of our love has helped aid & comfort him through a potentially dangerous situation makes me want to just wrap my arms around him and never let go.
Hello My Sweet Lady,
I miss you. I can’t wait to hold you again and kiss your soft lips. Mwah. I just spent 5 minutes re-setting my mind. I had to come to my cell and meditate. I directed my mind to thoughts of us. Suzie my darling, I love you sooo much.
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