Tis' the Season when Top Ten Lists of the year are presented. Before I unveil my Top Ten viewed blog posts, lets not forget the Top 10 Christmas Urban Legends seen on the below video (such as tics on Christmas Trees causing Lyme Disease). Speaking of video, Urban Meyer did not make this list, though he probably made a lot of Top 10 Video lists for 2021 for his viral dancing video. Now how stupid can you be? And speaking of stupid did the joy of the stupid, "Let's Go, Brandon," chant make it on any smart list? No.
On my list below, all the links work, and they'll bring you back to the original post, which you can re-read or just read for the first time, if you are interested.
What I do want to mention is Blaine's support of the written word. Blaine would attend the Dire Literary Series in Cambridge, Masschusetts most every month. I could always count on Blaine to attend my own readings on the North Shore. Sometimes it was only a handful of people, plus Blaine, who never could be described as a mere handful. He read from his work those nights like a giant. His beat-like rhymes always slashed their way to the point which supported those who had less.
Blaine also curated A Celebration of the American Voice, for three nights in Ipswich at the Hall-Haskell Houe each April. He had the best of the best read their work, and he was a humble and generous host. True to his dedication of those less fortunate, the event was a fund raiser for Ipswich Food Pantry, My Brothers' Table of Lynn and Everytown for Gun Safety.
That's all I have to end the year with. Occupy, Heaven.
Pleased to end the year with a publication in the anthology put out by Nina Rubinstein Alonso. Two poems written in 2021 "It Happens in Spring," about the phenomena regarding the increase in suicide when things begin to bloom. The second "Covid Fears," is obvious from it's title. The timing is perfect as currently I'm isolated for ten days because of an exposure. I've not tested yet, and I feel fine, but will not be exposing others.
Below the pictures of my work are the full list of contributors, and I've included the people I know or met in red! I'd include a link how to purchase, but if you don't know how to buy a book on-lineby now....
MK Punky: “The Frog in the Water Set to Boil”
Christine Schott: “Another Introduction to Poetry”
Cassady O’Reilly-Hahn: “Places I Could Have Grieved”
Richard E. Brenneman: “I Must Hope”
Jamilla D. VanDyke-Bailey: “eight & seventeen”
Thomas Belton: “Resonance”
Joseph Hardy: “In a Week of Sun”
Mary Soon Lee: “Directions to Utopia”
CD Collins: “Fade Time”
Lorin Lee Cary: “The Road Less Travelled”
Steve Gerson: “Even a sip to cleanse”
Ken Elliott: “Firemen in a Grocery Store”
Amber Watson: “Wheels in Motion”
Chris Belden: “Trash, Keep, Maybe”
Johanna DeMay: “Unresolved” / “Domestic Terrorism”
If I ever once thought that anyone or anything could give me "the moon and the stars," it would have taken an army to convince me. But here we are, and the picture to the right is what I have today, eleven years of sobriety. It really feels like I've been given the moon and the stars because after I got past the early nightmare of "getting sober" my life has been boundless, with limitless possibilities
Well, Carl, I'm feeling you, as I did get help, and it did come from within that lonely speck called Earth, because I couldn't get it done without other humans as well as elsewhere than that.
In the best-selling anthology, The Epiphanies Project, included essay of mine was published about when the stars aligned in order for me to seek help. I won't tell that story here, because this blog isn't about that, but check it out when you get the chance!
As they say, no one rushes into their first AA meeting as if they are the center of a ticker-tape parade, and full of celebration. No one runs in euphorically and shouts out with excitement that they are there. Like everyone else who had done this, I was broken, and desperate, slithering in, wanting help but hoping not to be noticed.
Also, by accepting all this I had to realize that my life as I knew it was over, and I was to accept my 'punishment', which was what I was doing for the life I had been living. My punishment was having to go someplace in order to be helped. I would hang out with all of the other losers being jailed for what they did as alcoholics. Life was going to be bleak, and depressing hanging out with all of those defeated people.
After forcing myself to continue and not give up or give in I began to notice a few things. I began to notice that these people weren't suffering but were pretty damn happy that they no longer having bad things happen to them. People were also grateful for little things, more spiritual in their own individual way, and less self-centered. These were good people who were sick, and they were great for wanting to get better.
As I learned to accept the new me, and I discovered that I liked who I was. I learned to listen and to help others, and that what I was doing was treatment or medicine, not punishment for years of drinking irresponsively. And now all these 24-hours, a little more than 4,000 of them, all the way up to today, November 6, 2021---it has eleven years since I last had a drink, and my life is as good as it has ever been.
Just saying, I was given the moon and the stars, it just was on a medallion, and I didn't have to land on the moon, nor was it a "GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND," but it was a big one for me, which was as personally miraculous as going up in a rocket and walking around in unchartered territory.