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The Joys of Being Healthy

It is amazing to be able to say I am a storm of the season was on its way and my
whole, happy, healthy, loving woman. I roof was leaking profusely. I was in dire
was sick for the first 40 years of my straits financially, having been newly
life. Like millions of other human beings divorced. I was preparing to fix it
I grew up immersed in the family disease myself. Unfortunately my ladder wasnt
of alcoholism. For generations it has tall enough. I needed help. None of the
plagued my family. The unbalanced life I folks I knew were home that Saturday
led is so common in our society; I didnt morning but I noticed an open door
know anything was wrong. I was a directly across from my house. I hurried
participant in the chaos, confusion, upstairs to the second story flat in the
neuroses, pain and suffering which is azure painted duplex and walked down the
present in dysfunctional families. I long corridor to the living room. There
call it The Dance of Death.I grew up in on the sofa was a guy watching the
St. Louis, Missouri in the community of football game on T.V. I introduced
Clayton. The only memories I have of my myself and then proceeded to ask for his
father are when he would beat my brother assistance. He looked at me like I was
and me with his belt so severely my nuts. The silence was deafening. How
clothes would cling to the bloody strap often does a stranger enter your
marks on my legs. He would make us wait apartment with a request for help with a
for our punishment in our room before he major repair? I was flushed with
dealt the ugly blows. My mother closed embarrassment but was in too deep to
her eyes to what was happening. Both of recover. Fortunately he agreed to help
them partied on weekends where I would me.This uncommon beginning signaled the
find empty highball glasses scattered all magic that lay before us. The sparks
over the living room. I had holes in th flew. We went on our first date within
e soles of my shoes while my mother would days of this meeting. Bryans car was
model a new diamond cocktail ring, broken so we took the bus across the city
winnings from a weekly poker game. My to an authentic Moroccan restaurant where
dad was also a compulsive gambler. He we sat on paisley cushions and ate with
died at the age of 45 when I was nine our fingers. I remember clearly how
years old.My mother attracted another primitive this felt and how natural it
alcoholic to her life soon after my was to be with him. He didnt seem the
fathers death. They had a symbiotic, least bit concerned about my age. I, on
codependent and addictive relationship. the other hand, was more sensitive. I
Every ten days they would consume a case was still healing from the codependent
of scotch which was delivered to our relationship of 12 years and had never
apartment from the local liquor store. experienced true intimacy. I wasnt sure
My mother never appeared drunk but she it was the proper thing to do but I
was distant, selfish and narcissistic. couldnt help myself; I was falling in
My step fathers disease had progressed to love. I was scared because these
the point he was visibly inebriated most feelings were coming so quickly.Bryan
evenings. His attitude was moved in with me within weeks of our
condescending, nasty and self righteous. first meeting. I remember thinking if it
He was verbally abusive and drove his car didnt work out it would be easy to ask
while intoxicated on many occasions. him to leave because all he owned was a
When I think back to that period of my T.V. For Valentines Day he created a
history I remember keeping my personal hanging wire mobile in the shape of
life secret!!! I was ashamed of their intertwined hearts and presented it to me
behavior. I pretended all was well and I with flowers and chocolate. This type of
began developing neurotic habits for self thoughtful gesture is typical of Bryan.
preservation.In my teens I danced several He has never missed a special occasion
days after school, participated in and has often surprised me with jewelry
theater groups, worked in a department when he returns from a business trip.One
store and had creative life in my head. I evening in the spring we were waiting to
imagined the way I wanted my world to be board a dinner train in Mendocino. A
and was in denial as to the truth in drunken man approached us and said, How
front of me. I became obsessive, come you two are dressed up? Are you
compulsive and an over achiever. Because getting married? Bryan looked at me and
I worked so hard I accomplished a lot for said, Yes, we are arent we? That was his
a young girl but the reality was it was proposal. It was decided we would plan a
inspired by fear, insecurity and a need wedding for later that year. But, first
for control.In college I devoted myself I needed to meet Bryans mother.Just the
to art and earned a B.S. in Education and thought of it terrified me! Bryan and
a M.A. in Painting and Ceramics from the his mother, Sharon, have a rare bond. He
University of Missouri. I was hired as a insisted he would not tell anyone about
college instructor soon after graduate our engagement until she and I met. We
school. I felt happy for a time because drove to southern California where Sharon
I was away from home and involved in was visiting her sister, Bryans aunt. I
teaching. I took my job very seriously felt sick the entire trip. I knew in
but the loneliness I felt when I was by advance he was going to take his mother
myself was debilitating.I longed for love shopping the next morning alone to break
. . . any kind. I didnt realize it at the news to her. I couldnt sleep at all
the time but I had never felt affection. that night. What felt so right to Bryan
I became preoccupied with thoughts of and me was unusual, especially in the
men. I had guys on my mind constantly! I eyes of a parent. When they returned
was popular and had many choices but I from their excursion Sharon looked like
picked the ones who I thought needed me. she had just come from a funeral.
Most often they were from dysfunctional Fortunately, for me, Aunt Toby accepted
families. I dated a lot of drunks during the situation and eased the tension by
my 20s. It felt familiar. In spite of giving me a white angel ornament. His
my success as an artist and a teacher, I mother is a wonderful woman. In spite of
had low self esteem and I knew something her disappointment, she welcomed me into
was wrong with me.In l969 I began a new their family. Over the years our
life in another city. Within a week of relationship has evolved into a unique
moving to Boston, Massachusetts, I was friendship, a cross between a peer and a
brutally raped and hospitalized. I never sister.December 7, 1986, dressed in an
received help with this trauma and didnt ivory colored Victorian gown, I was
properly grieve until years later. I driven to our wedding in a horse drawn
pushed down the pain and was then, more carriage. I remember the sensation well.
than ever, resolved to create the perfect As I heard the clip-pity clop of the
life for myself, (as if it were in my hoofs hitting the pavement I felt it was
hands?)This was made easy for me when the happiest day of my life. The ride
Joey Haudel entered my life. He filled was several miles long and I enjoyed cars
the position of my Knight in Shining honking loudly at every turn. When we
Armour, albeit, distorted. He was young, arrived at the elegant Alamo Square Inn
handsome, and alcoholic and had just been Bryan was waiting to escort me inside to
released from prison. We needed each the nuptials. It was a good thing he
other like ducks need water. We bonded took my hand, for as I exited the
in a codependent relationship that lasted carriage, my knees collapsed from shaking
12 years.Our experiences together were so hard. The day was spectacular marking
astounding. What I learned about myself a lifetime of love.Both Bryan and I had
was profound. Our journey is almost always wanted kids. By the time we met
unbelievable. I have told this story in my biological clock had run out. He told
a dramatic narrative, I Survived: One me he would rather marry a woman he loved
Womans Journey of Self Healing and deeply than to wait for someone to bear
Transformation on DVD. It is filled with his children. For several years we were
the dark world of illness and moves to content to be a unit of two. After my
the light of wellness. I reached my dear Aunt Letha died in 1992 I longed for
bottom after years of suffering. I was a child. Bryan agreed to adoption. It
contemplating suicide but was saved by was an arduous experience requiring
the Grace of God and the dear voice of a patience and resilience. We had several
telephone operator who kept me on the birthmothers who changed their minds for
phone for over an hour.I spent years in different reasons. This process took
recovery; beginning with Al-Anon meetings three years and a great deal of money.
in 1973, several series of Adult Children Ultimately we were blessed with a baby
of Alcoholic Therapy Sessions, individual girl we named Mariah. Our daughter is
therapy with numerous therapists and now 8 years old and the light of our
devouring self help books. I had the life. I am grateful I am able to be a
courage to look within and face the good parent and I relish every moment I
demons. It wasnt easy and many times I spend with both of them as a family.Bryan
wanted to quit. I often felt I was too continues to be my rock, strength and
depressed to get well. One step at a loving support. During our years
time I forged ahead and never looked together I have had many tragedies
back! I visualized a healthy prognosis. including: my brother Johns suicide in
Today I am living that beautiful 1988, my ex- husband Joeys death from
picture!I am happily married to a man 19 alcoholism in 1989, and my girlfriend
years my junior. What makes our Debras suicide in 2002. I was
relationship extraordinary is that my hospitalized with a potentially life
husband was born in 1960 the year after I threatening blood clot in my lungs in
graduated from high school. I am older 1998. Bryan stood by me through all of
than his mother. We recently celebrated these. I married a great guy! I am a
our 17th anniversary and continue to fortunate woman to have found true love
share the most fabulous life. The secret in the heart of a younger man.Each day I
of our success is our deeply committed thank God for the gifts I have been
love for one another. We enjoy a given. I see my world as peaceful and
passionate romance. I wish what Bryan balanced. My mission is to inspire
and I have could be sprinkled over the people to their own healing and recovery.
world like angel dust.We met in 1985 It is truly possible to find serenity,
during a rainy winter in San Francisco. joy and love. If I can do it, so can
We were neighbors on a tiny street near you.
the historic Mission Dolores. The worst




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