In 2015 I “aged-out” of the corporate (foster care) system, 57 years young and 30 years experienced in playing a role which had quite adequately served to meet my needs to be safely ensconced in the 20th century middle class American dream of living and raising a family in relative comfort and security…and, as it turns out, which had not really served to meet my needs to nourish my soul.

“Man, sometimes it takes you a long time to sound like yourself.” Miles Davis (shared with gratitude & respect)

In recovery, there seemingly is a pithy slogan that can be applied to fit every circumstance of life that arises. “It Takes What It Takes.” is one such slogan. I am feeling into that today, as I look back at my earlier posts from December 2019 and reflect on how I thought this was all imminent then…and yet, here we are.

In January 2016, I ill-advisedly found myself in the Bahamas in a place of painful self-reflection. For those of you that are Casablanca fans,