Beneath and in addition to the encouragement of Recovery, is a need to record and express my thought as well as provide a creative outlet for self.  In some respects similar to a journal and in fact, I intend that many of my posts will be either of my current experience, directly from current daily, or drawn from past journal entries.  The common theme however, shall remain the encouragement of recovery whether it be my own or another.  It may at times appear contrary to recovery – to the outside reader.  In-fact, there will be entries that will be drawn from a period of time for which no such recovery was in existance.  In some cases, the intent will be that of comparison – what it was like then as compared to what it is like now.  In many cases, the explanation of comparison may appear not only incredible and extraordianry, but perhaps also wholly unbelievable.  In such cases, I have no intent to convince and leave all reader to infer that which they may while adding that to attempt any sort of deception to self or another at this point in my life would be be wholly contary to my purpose as well as disasterous to my Recovery – to my very being.  Finally, there will also be entries purely for the enjoyment of poetic license and personal expression.  I will hold however that with each and every there shall exist at some level or under some layer a message of Recovery as obscure as it may initially appear.  At times the message shall be nothing more – nothing less than to point to the idea in-fact of just beautiful and precious every single moment of this incredibly wonderful thing we call life truly be.

I suppose that it also be appropriate in least to mention my reasoning behind title for my blog which is also the title of another project of my own.  As you may have surmised, the title of “Where the Ceiling Meets the Top of the Wall” is deeply inbedded and drawn from my experience in yoga.  In my life, I have suffered as I have enjoyed many deaths.  Indeed, more than one has been of the physical.  It is in fact within the confines of the walls and ceilings of the rooms of Yoga where I have been privilaged to say goodbye to former self – more times than all other confines in total.  For this beautiful gift, I am most grateful.