Through The Windshield

 

 

 

"Dead Sober"
Beverly Graffiti Wall

Nikon D800
Nikkor 10.0mm-24.0mm Lens
Lightroom

Dead sober.    That's exactly what it's like.    One day you're merrily cruising through life using food to block out the excruciating bits - the next day - dead sober. The brakes get slammed on and there ain't no airbag nor seat belt. So, you fly face-first into the reality of your decades-long crusade to use food as an escape hatch. Boom.   Breathtaking. And - I know what you're thinking... "What about all the (fucking) Dharma shit you post? You'd imagine that you'd be doing a whole lot better all along if you were a true practitioner or if the Dharma really had anything to offer people." Couple things about that.. I'm a deeply flawed practitioner. You can't really judge the efficacy of the Dharma by the likes of me and my fuck-ups. And (and) one of the things that has kept me alive to date is the Dharma...  I'm nineteen days into this new way and the urge to use is always there, always, always, always. Sometimes it's just a whisper, sometimes, like late at night, it's a giant jumping up and down on my rib cage demanding to be fed.. What helps is meditation and re-developing the "letting-go" muscle. Another thing that helps is daily weigh-ins - the brutally dispassionate morning report on how things are going. And of course - Doff's steadfast and patient support is a lifesaver.      ~