not that i'm saying 'i can heal against their will'wat i am saying is
if you wanna heal
and are opened
why in the world could n't
sobriety
deep breathing
veganism
paganism-0as a way of worshipping tree branchlings
all help the process?

healer? did you call yourself a ((###(C((#(# "HEALER"?)
yes, in fact that's pre-sicily what i said.
after returning from the Grecian Isles, I felt the healing prowess just looking at stuff, the enviro
and so I call myself that
(just as art thou, my fiend)

the black forest is my church

imagine if you had one hundred hectares of black forest shrubland and for a spiritual ceremony everyone on fullmoon traipsed about,sacredly?
that beats most any cathedral

how being in the air in a tiny airship could make a person doubt her own sobriety

viewed this(excellent trower 'in this place' soundtrack after some introductory insights) youtube vid on Haleakala Crater and how , in my interpret, one of the presenters says, to paraphrase, that he was so frightened going up the hill road to the crater that he doubted his own sobriety/nicotine free lifestyle(known as 'no mental defense against that first drink') and i thought: DO I relate to that .
this one time i was walkering to the job, and i espied this can of beer(empty) in the wakway (the strip of lawn between sidewalk and curb/gutter) and thought
Why, that bottle (can actually, see I was impinged and unhinged in part already..) couldn't hurt me at all.
SO when i got to the office, i uncharacterstically awakend a pal(i worked early then)
and told him the good news: a twelve ounce can of beer couldn't hurt me.)
bless him, he told me promptly i was insane, to tell the boss i felt sick and needed the morning off, and he was gonna come pick me up in ten minutes, regardless
and that i was completley off my moorings
which i was
and he gently(about as gently as a protologist)
told me in procession how the cow ate the cabbage
and i awakened from my sleeping beauty applewine trance
unscathed
and awiser
beer never made me any smarter

how-to-rewrite-your-own-life

how to rewirte my ownlife?
well, it would seem i would
go raw foods
lseep more
release and accept others from my circe of circe's hairpainbadday
and just sobernotsomber be

CLIFF KLINGENHAGEN is the poem of my soul's healing

see, i'm an alcoholic
so e.a.robinson knew that us recovering weedeheads andwinoettes mustn't believe in the allureglamour of what for us is like sugar to a chronic diatetic
and that poemsongis sublime

no weed for the steed

fellow who isinto weed wanted to rap but told him look i'm no longer smoking that stuff been quite some time and it was poisonous for me just like booze was
so you know me i don't like to hurt folks' feelings and all but just had to say
NOPE and will figure he'll forget the 'slight' which was not intended but no way am I going to go to some amsterdam weed store and all that
might as well hopper out into the channel, yah