A Recovery Blog

This blog is about my continuing recovery from severe mental illness. I celebrate this recovery by continuing to write, by sharing my music and artwork and by exploring Buddhist ideas and concepts. I claim that the yin/yang symbol is representative of all of us because I have found that even in the midst of acute psychosis there is still sense, method and even a kind of balance. We are more resilient than we think. We can cross beyond the edge of the sane world and return to tell the tale. A deeper kind of balance takes hold when we get honest, when we reach out for help, when we tell our stories.

Thursday, April 30, 2015


Love is patient.

There is love in the monk who is teaching the small, orphaned child to walk.

Love is kind.

There is love in the kindness between strangers who don't presume to know each other's depth of sorrow.

Love does not envy.

There is love in the hand that does not grasp at another's good fortune.

Love does not boast.

There is love in the man who is secure enough to remain silent in the face of a challenge.

Love is not proud.

There is love in the woman who has no need of raising herself above those she loves.

Love does not dishonor others.

There is love in the field worker who wastes no time measuring her co-workers progress in order to outdo her.

Love is not self-seeking.

There is love in the mother who does not seek to see herself in her children.

Love is not easily angered.

There is love in the father who will not turn away from the son when the son yells "NO."

Love keeps no records of wrongs.

There is love in the wife who can bend with the changes that join and separate her from a love that cannot be contained.

Love does not delight in evil.

There is love in the lover who will not clip the wings of the beloved choosing to watch him in his freedom learn to fly.

Love always protects.

There is love in the group that nurtures its weakest members through the labyrinth of their mental illnesses.

Love always trusts.

There is love in the children who willingly hold hands as they follow their teachers down different paths.

Love always hopes.

There is love in the parents as they wait on the sidelines for their children to stand up after they have taken a hard fall.

Love always perseveres.

There is love in the friend who turns the other cheek when struck by a friend who has lost his way.

Love never fails.

There is love in the tribe that makes peace with its neighbors.

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