10th September 2008
Life in, and around, 30 years of using drugs. I'd like to classify them as 10 years of 'safe' drugs, non-opiates but the likes of hashish, marijuana,LSD etc.. but 20 years of pure hell;trying to explain this to a 13 year daughter,Tara,slightly estranged;
About Me
- Drift Wood
- Bbay + 8000' high cottage, Himalayas, Bbay + Mukhteshwar, Uttaranchal, India
- Wandered around..done this and that. Slightly tired now and wish to share. I know, on the net, this is hardly a unique or original statement...In fact, what I gather is that nobody but the blogger himself reads his own blogs. For the moment even that seems fine.. :) Just as an intro; hiking, mountaineering, business(media), long years of chemical addiction, recovery, golf, back to writing, Soka buddhism.
6 comments:
u need to allow comments from anonymous users to be able to have people comment...also you need to post to make people comment. :)
Mr wood,
u seem to be having a great time writing cutting and changing stuff on your blog.
Just when i started following it, i see the post has dissappeared. I hope to see something drifting here soon.
Just an attempt at getting failiar with this technology.Posting a comment currently seems to take more time than putting it together!
This blog is actually aimed at my slightly estranged daughter,tara, trying,in my own way, to explain the years of alcohol and drug addiction, as they went by. It doesn't stop there for it could provide some in-sight and caution to youngsters who are growing up so fast,
Though I suspect who may have posted the comment, I should keep it "Anon", as there have been so many others who have helped out, helped!
While I was wetting my feet on the sand, leaving my footprints on time;
I bent down often, picking up abandoned shells, rounded stones, a sharp piece of glass...
I filled my pockets with this and that.
short little stories that floated on the sea were little gifts brought to me,
A strange piece of wood, came drifting by, its story in its twisted form.
i cupped my palms, took it home,
wondered if it would talk to me; Of forests, trees, a life of green,
the slice of life it had seen.
On my window open to blue, sits knotted, wrinkled, this piece of wood.
I wait, I listen,
I watch for it to drift;
from seed to tree....... sea to hand,
beautiful stories leaving footprints on the sand.
Now I see why u call yourself driftwood. :)
Now we see you, now we dont.
Suddenly washed up to the shore, and then dissapear, may be the waves take you with them. May be you go with the sea, visiting another shore, meeting a shell.
Well all the same, hope to see you here again whenever I drift to your blog again.
where are you drifting ???
havent seen you posting anything for a long time.
what kind of blog do you maintain?
with only comments and no posts???
Besides some of the comments seem to be you writing to yourself..ha ha ha!
what a funny person you must be.
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