“Between stimulus and response.”

LOVE ALONE PREVAILS: I am in my 37th year of continuing sobriety. My daily meditation and breathwork practice often reveals deeper, intuitive, sparks of illuminating love, compassion and understanding of others. I love peace of mind. Strength in stillness.

Momentary freedom from the madness… ignites learned wisdom whilst transcending the pathos, pain and karmic patterns and themes of disconnection and or abandonment of the authentic, natural self. Spontaneous glimmers of illumination are recognised as symbolic signals from God, powerfully oftentimes tender prompts heal trace triggers of my soul’s individual signature from the longest dark night of the soul.

Being present sparks clarity. An inspired intervention. Spontaneous spiritual awakenings. Everything all at once. Chaos ceased to drive obsessive, compulsive behaviours.

The genesis of my recovery from addiction: The wisdom of BARDO teachings can be found in ancient and in contemporary Eastern philosophy, mythology, psychology and spirituality. BARDO’s “between states/stimulus and response ” I experience this life divine. What I resisted, persisted until I became willing to surrender, to accept change as a constant cycles of cycles. Dharma-Bardo centric self-care wisdom traditions and techniques heals my soul at a cellular level. Consciously living consciously, living intuitively, returning to do a DNA renew throughout the day. Spontaneous intermittent retreats into the silence are the characteristics of my meditation & breath-work practice. Engendering an easing into BARDO states of calmness and relaxation.

SELF CARE: I have healed my soul’s individual, ancestral and collective trauma, complex dimensions of family systems from the pathos of addiction, anxiety, depression, grief and loss.

Since that moment of surrender, 12th October, 1988, I continue to existentially thrive. Present moment leaps of faith, trusting in the process, never doubting the efficiency of restorative energy to heal my soul.

Dark psychological and spiritual suffering no longer runs interference with a renewed, natural higher state of consciousness. Freedom from the pathos and pathology of anxiety generated fear and doubt. Trauma, toxic thinking had me bound in cycles of being afraid to live and wanting to die. Constant cravings: an alarming dependency upon vodka, valium, cocaine to satiate a lifetime of existential angst, pain and suffering.

And so it goes…the courage to change. Transcending primal trauma, self abandonment, shame, grief, and self hatred, into hope and love is cathartic. Breakthroughs became my best moments in therapy. My personal foundation for healing my soul is in becoming teachable.

Post COVID I trained as an END OF LIFE practitioner, primarily to work with individuals and their families during the complex stages of living with dying. I have. deep respect for the BARDO cathartically compassionate stages of living and dying.

BARDO translates from Buddhist psychology into a symbolic perspective of living and dying that is utterly individual. Even though the meaning is between-states in the immediacy of daily life.

When my father passed, in 1997, it was a sublime Bardo experience. Quietly emotional, spiritually connected time. In my early recovery making amends phase of working through the steps I had met with my parents, bowed deeply at their feet and asked for their forgiveness for rebelling, and rejecting them.

Learning to love the hurt until it becomes love. Until that moment of surrender healed our relationship ergo influencing each of their passings from this life to the next with so much love, compassion and connection.

I experienced an energetic, oceanic love surge. I love the ocean. My father and I often went rock fishing, and we loved surfing the waves. We adored listening to the sound of waves whilst sharing mixed metaphors about the meaning of life. One time he told me how life is like the ocean, sometimes the power of water energetically rushes to the shore, other times it is an elegantly quiet series of waves protectively easing towards the shore. This lesson in the meaning of life stayed with me whenever I surfed or sailed the waves – everything passes, everything is connected, we are the ocean of love.

If active addiction is hell on earth for some of us. Then recovery, ultimately holistically healing the soul is my reality. As is abiding with the divine. Co-existing with God. Co-creating an inner sanctuary. Co-consciously connecting with this life divine. Life is a series of cycles of cycles. Whatever the weather, a cloud never dies. No longer helpless and hopeless: A moment of clarity, prompted surrendering. The power of prayer awakened a deep longing to belong. I had come home to myself, I continue to learn the many ways to co-exist with likeminded souls. We are mirrors of one another. The God within in each of us.

My love of philosophy, mythology formulates into a humanistic, archetypal, symbolic perspective, inspired/intuitive deepening awareness. Mindfully manifesting strength in stillness.

Let us love until you can love yourself” is what you told me at my first 12step fellowship meeting. My personal homage to A.A., AL-Anon’s Family universal principles, steps, traditions, and concepts. 12step (recovery) is an invitation to engage in contemplative self-discovery and self-inquiry with unconditional encouragement with sober guides and friends.

The echo of “what if’s” that resonated as I crossed the thresh hold, into the room at my first NYC A.A. meeting came from a fear-based narrative rooted in habituated insecurity: “What if I can’t stay stopped…?”

Since the 12th October, 1988 the craving to drink and or drug has been lifted. From the moment I surrendered, on my knees, in a state of desperation, asking for God’s help.

37 years of continuing sobriety is (almost) living a life that is absolutely beautiful. Freedom is a felt sense of stillness, peace and of great comfort. I love the nothingness of everything. Upon awakening I practice Zazen meditation, breathing, pausing in the breath to observe the early morning light in the bedroom, all the while experiencing the breath as love. I have come home to myself, with God’s grace, with tenderness, and with great love.

Memories are an invitation to connect with my inner life experiences. Therapy, working the steps, loving more and fearing less translates to loving (almost) everything, whatever the weather. I have learned to love the hurt, until the hurt became love. Louise Hay once told me I could heal my life and I believed her.

CONNECTION & COMMUNITY: For over 35 years I have been privileged to work as a psychotherapist, educator, broadcaster, author and writer in the private and voluntary sectors in England, Australia, America and India. Now in my maturing 70’s, within my inner circle I am their End of Life therapist- primarily for people in longterm recovery. I create intimate sacred, beautiful spaces spaces for them, in alignment with their recovery understanding of living and dying sober exit life feeling empowered, connected and loved.

It is all about love. Love is the soul of the universe.  Love is the most exquisite experience we will have in our lifetime. Love sustains life. For it is in loving we claim our divine birthright which is to love and be loved. The spirit of true love is beyond all ledgers and needs no measures. A constant wish to love and love will weave the threads of desire throughout existence. The subject of love represents an ongoing conversation into the depth and complexity of love.

 Love offers us a tangible opportunity to bring wholeness and transformation into our everyday lives. The potency of love heals, renews and inspires us to do great things. The reciprocity of unconditional love allows us to love as if we have never been wounded by past experiences Our eyes are the window of our souls, our minds the keeper of the key to willingness, our hearts the recorder of experience.

Love is in the strength and stillness of prayer and meditation. Love humbles us. Heals us. Helps me be present, and emotionally available for others. No longer separate.  Love lives in action is the most beautiful release of self-expression. Permission to be vulnerable is the gift we receive from our beloved. If love were an ocean we would gladly drown in a sea love .One in love feasts in the glory of love.

Real love asks us to surrender ego-centric coping mechanisms, a need to suppress, and silence our intuition. Ergo assume we are in control rather than self-regulate escalating anxiety/cortisol flooding of the six senses.

The propensity for our past to influence how we love in the present will knowingly and unknowingly re surface when the seeds of repressed emotions spring to life.

 Your relationship with your feelings of happiness, fear, guilt, shame, pain loneliness, your entire relationship with your feelings, anger, fear and ego drives will determine collectively the path your love will take.

It is a psychological fact that if a person has not developed a relationship with himself or herself they will be unable to sustain a relationship with others. This is the power of self- love in action

The capacity to love is challenged whenever the opportunity to co-exist with another is presented. What is meant by a relationship with Self is this:

Our assumption about love will supply our belief system with an overload of data. False evidence appearing real will cloud our judgement and rob us of the natural flow and spontaneity of love. The ocean of love will revert to the wilderness of aloneness once more.  Will start to take form. Loves organic force will become blocked. What motivated us to take a leap of faith into the abyss of the unknown will have us recoiling from the flame of passion as if it were an inferno. Once again we have plugged into the power of the past predicting our future. Once again love’s elusive elixir evaporates.

Disappointment is experienced by the ego and disillusionment the heart. When we try to apply old brain thinking to new experiences the desire for change is not enough to sustain a an enduring relationship.

The illusion that this time it will be different, because it is a different person is a set-up for unrealistic expectations to cloud your vision. And is an unreliable indicator of how your love will progress. The mind tricking the heart. To love differently demands a change of consciousness and not always a different person.

When love eludes you it is because the perceptions and expectations of what love ought to be is not serving your purpose. Your illusion of love is impairing your judgement and your ability to sustain a loving relationship unrealised

But what are that is you are bringing to your intimate that it is blocking your path to love? An opportunity to halt the tide of blaming your partner by ignoring your part is the easy way out. The quickest route to self justified anger, criticism and self-deception.

 The cloak of victimhood will not keep you warm at night. You are not a victim. You may have sought out a situation that has victimised you, but don’t let this occurrence define your existence. Even God if he were sought can not change the past.

You are your dharma. You can change. Consciously living consciously is being aware of your presence. You can learn new ways of behaving and become victorious.

The patterns and themes, (sanskaras) are energetically stuck in cycles of cycles of dis-regulated disconnection. from self.  Longing for love, sex, fantasy and relationships.  Trauma traps the soul. Cognitive deficit, low self esteem, needing approval from others, care-taking, shame, weak boundaries.

Dis-regulation is the emotional illness of the 21st century we have all been touched in varying degrees by these invisible phenomena. The illusion is that its all to easy to transfer responsibility back to the source and blame ones parents conversely self responsibility is the first step in adjusting maladaptive behaviour. When you look in the mirror you are looking at both the problem and the solution

A need to self protect, any cost is they price we pay. Avoiding scrutiny, an abject fear of being found out.  The illusion of looking good and sounding good will is powerful and impossible to change until one is ready to change. An bridled pursuit of power, money fuels corrupting the soul.

 Being defined by achievement creates an emotional vacuum and a spiritual bankruptcy. Trauma reaction to everything that happens is an easy way out of the quagmire of self-responsibility.

 Taking into account, the definition of insanity is repeating the same behaviour but expecting a different outcome.  The illusion of needing to knowing, satiates the despair of fear, doubt and uncertainty. what will happen sustains a false sense of security.

The reality of knowing why we need to do something to take away feelings of anxiety and pain is simply not enough. The action involved in doing this differently thereby making healthier choices requires awareness, courage and commitment.

The inability to sustain closeness and connection in relationships.  Feelings of being engulfed.  Low self- esteem, and emotional dis-regulation. A disproportionate emotional need for others approval, giving away your power. Recovery is in the dharma of reality.

 Hiding behind the mask of self-deception is an automatic reaction for many people.   The appearance of strength, rather than vulnerability justifies the perception of control and predictability over outcomes.

A need to self protect.  The fear of being found out is too awesome to conquer.  The illusion of projecting perfectionism is grandiose and defensive behaviour.  This pursuit of perfectionism requires a punishing regime of rituals, conditions and tangible results. Living in the here and now impossibility.

 Being defined by achievement creates an emotional vacuum and a spiritual bankruptcy. The need to for the” quick fix” is an automatic reaction to grabbing an easy way out of the quagmire of feelings.

  The illusion of knowing what will happen sustains a false sense of security. The reality of knowing why we need to do something to take away feelings of anxiety and pain is simply not enough. The action involved in doing this differently thereby making healthier choices requires awareness, courage and commitment.

 The energy involved in self- deception is exhausting. Burnout is inevitable. The relentless endeavour pursuit of personal gain. Observe a control freak in action, they live in the centre of their own universe.  

For them it an insatiable need to control everything; their narcissistic neediness results in emotional vampiring. The illusion of being perfect in an imperfect world is an unrealistic aspiration. The under- pinning of insecurity and low self-esteem.

  This heady combination of defensive behaviour left unexamined will impede the individual ability to sustain healthy relationships or maintain a balance in order to do more than survive life’s curve balls.

Going back to go forward in life is challenging. Looking into the rear-view mirror of ones past requires more than a glance,  to contemplate the re-emergence of painful experiences is daunting.

The existing educational system relies on the development of intellectual knowledge as the foundation for growth and development. A glaring deficit exists in the formulation and practice of ongoing emotional literacy. People skills begin in the sandbox at kindergarten and will always need to be redefined, shaped and explored.

Emotional literacy sets the individual free to engage and interact with others.  Healthy boundaries allow the potency, protection, and permission of our personality to surface and engender authenticity.

Honesty, accountability, and integrity anchor the integrity, transformation and illumination of the spiritual life.

Once the spiral into pain commences, cycles will become shorter and the knack of bouncing back to get out there and do it all again tomorrow harder. The need to understand will open the door.

We inhabity a violent, chaotic universe, a planet doing what planets do: do: survive albeit badle damaged by what we humans have done to decimate the cycles of cycles.

A world in which the unacceptable is now acceptable. A world so utterly corrupted by power, as addictive at it is seductive, profit before people.

The demystifying of addictive behaviour has by example broadened the horizon from the park bench to the boardroom. The laws of the universe govern the principal of balance to sustain equanimity.

What is let go of must be replaced therefore the concept of ” a hole in the soul” is acknowledged and the undertaking of an understanding of a higher power adapted. C.J Jung described the addict as a seeker of spirituality. Driven by an attachment to the illusion of cravings had to first go to the darkest recesses of his soul to emerge phoenix like from the ashes of self-destruction

 Consider this, fifty- percent of global marriages end in divorce, this fact has shattered the illusion the commitment to a lifelong partnership is enough. That love alone can keep the relationship together. The mythology of seeking ones other half has been jettisoned as old fashioned. The 7-year itch and the 20-year ditch are no more. A fail fast attitude now exists.

 Couples will divide, separate and divorce sometimes within the first month! year. The illusion of pre-nuptials to protect individual finances simply adds to the lawyer’s hourly rate.

 Quick fixes however will only wallpaper over the cracks.  Self will run riot coupled with self-justification shows up in a narcissistic neediness for recognition through achievement. This reality reinforces that self-esteem is measured only by material success. 

 Should we blame Sigmund Freud the grandfather of psychology who 140 years ago said” Work at love and love your work” or ought we to take that wake-up call? If there are no guarantees anymore in the workforce where does that leave love.

The need to love and be loved is a vital life force, which when this is reciprocated can heal, renew and inspire.

The individual quest to attain love will take tremendous force and self-control to deny the outpouring of emotion. Because of life experiences. we can not deny a primal need of recognition from one another, no man is an island

Everyone has opinions regarding the mysteries of love . Sounds too altruistic to be true but that is an illusion. The path towards lifting the veils of illusion can only be embarked upon because of disillusionment.

Emotional pain is an indicator that something is not okay, and there is no where to hide when this happens The propensity to pretend and pick up something to ease the pain and remain in denial will result in a crisis of faith, and an ability to function.

I believe that by lifting the veils of illusion an installation of hope will become apparent, in all aspects of living a life that is not bound in the bondage of self-delusion. Your truth will set you free. 

Bill Wilson had his first drink while in the Army during World War I. “I had found the elixir of life” he recalled, and he soon began to drink heavily. After the war, he married Lois Burnham in 1918, and enjoyed great success trading stocks on Wall Street. He lost all of his money in the stock market crash of 1929, but he continued to trade stocks and managed to earn a modest living. However, his heavy drinking continued to get worse, and it slowly took its toll. 

Eventually alcohol completely took over his life and by 1933, he had hit bottom. Bill and Lois were living in her parent’s home in Brooklyn. Lois was working in a department store, while Bill spent his days and nights in a near-constant alcoholic stupor.

In 1934, he was visited by an old drinking buddy who had managed to stop drinking and stay sober. He shared his secret with Bill; a belief that God would help him overcome his addiction to alcohol. When Bill said he was not a member of any organized religion his buddy said, “Why don’t you choose your own conception of God?” Bill understood that “it was only a matter of being willing to believe in a power greater than myself.”


As Bill later recounted, “God had done for him what he could not do for himself.” Bill Wilson had a spiritual awakening and his belief in a higher power and the realization that he couldn’t do it alone would help him to conquer his addiction. Determined to get better, he checked into a hospital and underwent the state-of-the-art treatment at that time for alcoholics “the barbiturate and belladonna cure, also known as “purge and puke.”

“While I lay in the hospital, the thought came that there were thousands of hopeless alcoholics who might be glad to have what had been so freely given me. Perhaps I could help some of them. They in turn might work with others.” He then came to understand how helping others would be essential to his recovery.

After his release, he managed to stay sober but returned to the hospital frequently to help other alcoholics undergoing detox. It was during this time that he faced his moment of truth at the Mayflower Hotel and began his association with Dr. Bob Smith. Wilson and Smith helped each other and then reached out to other alcoholics. Soon they began to hold meetings for recovering alcoholics so that they could support their group and welcome others who were looking for help.

My dear friend Lorna Kelly would often begin her share at a 12step meeting with the question: “What if Bill Wilson had a “good day” in Akron…?” He was a few months sober, on a business trip to Akron, Ohio. The business venture meeting did not go according to plan. Bill, feeling rejected, faced a lonely weekend in the Mayflower Hotel, Akron.

The potential to relapse, all too easy to walk into the cosy hotel bar, instead Bill remembered his wife Lois’s words: Bill had remained sober by helping another alcoholic. 

He looked through the hotel church directory and found a strange name which caught his attention – Reverend Walter Tunks (Tunks is a word used in Bill’s home state of Vermont).

Bill called Rev. Tunks and received a list of people to call. After many failed calls he finally made contact with Henrietta Seiberling of the powerful family which owned the Goodyear tyre company.


Henrietta Seiberling responds to Bill’s call and immediately thinks of her Oxford Group friends (Dr. Bob Smith and his wife Anne). The Oxford Group has prayed for help for Dr. Bob and Henrietta sees Bill’s call as literally an answer to these prayers.

It’s the day before Mothers’ Day and Dr. Bob has come home with a plant for Anne. Both the plant and Dr. Bob are ‘potted’. Bill’s visit is delayed until the Sunday (Mothers’ Day) so that Dr. Bob can sober up to meet with Bill. 

The 12steps:

Maybe there are as many definitions of spiritual awakening as there are people who have had them. But certainly each genuine one has something in common with all the others. And these things which they have in common are not too hard to understand. 

When an addict has a spiritual awakening, the most important meaning of it is that he has now become able to do, feel, and believe that which he could not do before on his unaided strength and resources alone. He has been granted a gift which amounts to a new state of consciousness and being. He has been set on a path which tells him he is really going somewhere, that life is not a dead end, not something to be endured or mastered. In a very real sense he has been transformed, because he has laid hold of a source of strength which, in one way or another, he had hitherto denied himself. 

He finds himself in possession of a degree of honesty, tolerance, unselfishness, peace of mind, and love of which he had thought himself quite incapable. What he has received is a free gift, and yet usually, at least in some small part, he has made himself ready to receive it. Self-regulating engenders equanimity. Relieving the bondage of self-obsession.

HONESTY: Step One showed us an amazing paradox: We found that we were totally unable to be rid of the alcohol obsession until we first admitted that we were powerless over it. 

HOPE:Step Two we saw that since we could not restore ourselves to sanity, some Higher Power must necessarily do so if we were to survive. 

SURRENDER: Step Three we turned our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him. 

SEVĀ

In life “One is either a pilgrim or a tourist” said Lady Wedgwood as we waited for our train connection from Marseille to Paris then onto London. Echoes of her timeless wisdom inspires, informs and oftentimes calms me, just as it did that day.

My gracious longtime recovery friends said at my first 12step meeting: “Let us help you. Let us love you until you can love yourself.” I love you. I thank you. I am eternally grateful.

No amount of alcohol ever took away the pain, suffering, helplessness and hopelessness, the progression of cravings, compulsivity, chaos, and intensity.

Sugar was my gateway drug to psychedelics, prescriptions drugs, nicotine, alcohol, and opiates from ages 7 to 35.

Did a move across the world to NYC accelerate addiction, a primal longing for love, and validation? My mother would concur!

As a teenager I dreamt of living in NYC. I would adorn my “never-too-thin” silhouette in hat-to-toe black, in one hand a cigarette holder, the other a vodka martini. Expectations! Dreams became reality. Endless love, parties, and success…stratospheric highs and desperate lows…My tribe subscribed to the 1980’s pleasure principle, whilst a darkening daily madness became my constant companion.

The past in the present: A match to an eternal flame, ignited the moment the fabulous Audrey Hepburn’s “Holly Golightly” lit up the screen in Capote’s “Breakfast at Tiffany’s. A adolescent rights of passage, for my 13th Birthday enfamile we went to see “Mary Poppins’ and despite the feel good factor of Mary’s unbounded hope I loved her seemingly bottomless handbag, perhaps thinking it was a perfect place to hide a hip-flask, and drugs?

Be careful what you wish for..Sure…

My home, a Brownstone was demolished in 1988 to make way for a fuck-off-fabulous hotel. A once familiar neighbourhood, now “Billionaires Row…Staring at the past: Early one NYC morning, walking to 12step meeting I hesitated at East 58th Street, a crater-like hole, what remained of my former home… staring into the abyss, until a voice whispered to me “you do not have to stand and stare at the past…let it go” I turned to see a fellowship friend. How did he know?

I had grown accustomed to friends in recovery intuitively “knowing” and was no longer intimidated, instead their insights helped, ping me into the present moment. Recovery is a paradigm of principles, philosophy, psychology, mythology and spirituality. The spiritual frame of 12steps require a continuum of daily actions. :

Thus confirming our shared humanity. Ensuring one is not alone, in the recognition of mutuality is my way of being of service within the recovery community.

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life that you could save.

Mary Oliver
The Journey

I was fortunate to practice “A Course of Miracles” with Marianne Williamson – 365 lessons in 1989-1990 whilst volunteering at her “Manhattan Centre for Living & Dying.” A safe haven for people suffering with AIDS/HIV. Marianne’s dedication to healthcare initiatives remains one of the most intensely gratifying experiences of my life. New beginnings defined my life in early recovery. Transformational rituals: Transcendental Meditation, holistic therapies. psychotherapy… I had always been drawn to ancient Eastern wisdom teachings: the Bhagavad Gita, the Upanishads, and the Tibetan Book of the Dead.

In Tibetan Buddhism, “bardo” is a between-state. The passage from death to rebirth is a bardo, as well as the journey from birth to death. The conversations in “Between-States” explore bardo concepts like acceptance, interconnectedness, and impermanence in relation to children and parents, marriage and friendship, and work and creativity, illuminating the possibilities for discovering new ways of seeing and finding lasting happiness as we travel through life.‘ Ann Tashi Slater

Joseph Campbell’s “The Hero’s Journey” is “the call to adventure.” highlights the stages of recovery life. The hero feels called, from their routine to venture into the unknown.

The end of suffering: Jung believed in the potency of the unconscious, persona, shadow, anima and animus. Dark nights of the soul echo the soul’s cry: “who am I/why am I ” ignites the process of a lifelong transformation from separation to connection.

It is said that addiction creates much suffering, a spiritual longing of the soul. The spiritual life is oftentimes described as a daily reprieve from suffering.

THREE KINDS OF SUFFERING and FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS

“There are three categories of suffering or pain in the Buddhist tradition: all-pervading pain, the pain of alternation and the pain of pain. All-pervading pain is the general pain of dissatisfaction, separation and loneliness. The sense of alternation between pain and its absence, again and again, is itself painful. And then there is the pain of pain. Resisting pain only increases its intensity.”

The Myth of Freedom by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, 9-11

Commentary by Pema Chödrön

“In the first teaching of the Buddha – the teachings on the four noble truths – he talked about suffering. I have always experienced these teachings as a tremendous affirmation that there is no need to resist being fully alive in this world. The first noble truth says simply that it’s part of being human to feel discomfort. If we resist it, the reality and vitality of life become misery. The second noble truth says that this resistance is the fundamental operat- ing mechanism of what we call ego. The third noble truth says that the cessation of suffer- ing is letting go of holding on to ourselves.”

Dark nights of the soul are often the addicts only companion – until a moment of clarity reveals there is another way. For me, a lifelong invitation to change, transform, transcend in the immediacy of daily life in recovery.

My recovery journey began 37 years ago. A moment of divinely inspired clarity: a state of desperation, the admissions office at Payne Whitney Hospital saved my life. I was at-risk of overdosing, incapable of coping with suicidal thoughts caused by chronic addiction. Beyond helpless and hopeless.

A family intervention arranged by a former partner, my best friend and my mother. A deep bow to my darling Scottish mother. She encouraged me to dream, and self reflect throughout the day, pondering upon the beauty, recognition and love for humanity.

The angst of separation revealed a crack in my armour, moment of humility, just enough for me to ask for help. A childhood survivor of active mental health and addiction problems I grew up listening to my parents to suggestions to help others, be of service. and understood the truism: before I could even contemplate helping others who were in need of connection, comfort and compassion I had to help myself.

Echoes of my mother’s compassionate, salient thoughts soothed my troubled soul. Love, she believed was our the highest calling. She was well known in our community as a kind, compassionate person. A friend too many, always ready to help.

We shared a deep love of humanity, always wanting to see the best in others. I continue to find comfort in her wisdom, particularly when a relationship finished because of what she had taught me as a child, the antidote to suffering is in helping others, doing service, within one’s community. 

G.B. SHAW philosophy on suffering:  “This is the true joy in life. The being used for a purpose considered by yourself as mighty. The being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfishlittle clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. 

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and while I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die. For the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It’s a sort of splendid torch that I’ve got hold of for the moment and I want to make it burn s brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”

The unbridled progressiveness of addictive behaviours: neurotic obsessiveness, compulsivity, inconsistent impulse control substance abuse and dependency: prescription pills, alcohol and valium for 17 years manifested intense suffering in the immediacy of my daily life. 

Freudian Psychoanalyst Karen Horney’s “Neurosis and Human Growth is a revelatory study in the holistic template for individual development, growth and maturity. 

Dr. Karen Horney writes:

“Only the individual himself can develop his given potentialities. But, like any other living organism needs favourable conditions for growth “from acorn into oak tree”; we need an atmosphere of warmth to give both a feeling of inner security and the inner freedom enabling authenticity. He needs the good will of others, not only to help him in his many needs but to guide and encourage him to become a mature and fulfilled individual. He also needs healthy friction with the wishes and wills of others. If he can thus grow with others, in love and in friction, he will also grow in accordance with his real self.

Of course, when one is a highly functioning addict, or so I believed, surrounded by a close circle of enablers whose addiction to pain and drama mirrored mine. Mutuality, maladaptive coping mechanisms chaos, consequences and conflict were the norm, Deflecting, reactionary behaviours automatically suppressed. 

Then a moment, whether divinely or dharma inspired revealed another way forward, through the suffering, angst and isolation caused and effected by active addiction.Seeking enlightenment post rehab to calm my existential angst, and elevate self care eventually led to a pilgrimage to India, Meher Baba\s ashram to be exact. Tender at times, soul awakening, an emergent felt sense of connection, compassionate universality. As Ram Dass would always remind me, we are all walking one another home.

Spiritual awakenings are opportunities to heal, grow and thrive. Emergent awareness. Much, within me needed to heal from the madness of addictive cycles, chaos and harm. I experienced my life as an empty husk for many years.

As this moment faded onto the next I felt a willingness to learn about the human condition safely held in the frame of TM, psychology, philosophy, mythology, holistic therapies, the 12steps and universal recovery community.

Breath-works: breathing in hope, exhaling fear… every moment grounds my soul in a tender reverence for life. Every ending is beginning. Life is cycle of cycles. A continuum of the between bardo states transcends emotions into wisdom and spiritual awakenings.

Everyday, on awakening: I do a sitting silent Transcendental Meditation: strength in stillness moments, a continuum of peace, harmony and balance eases me into the day ahead with enthusiasm. I no longer need to suppress pain and suffering. Connecting via Sevâ within the universal community with likeminded souls.

Constant cravings for something outside of my reality to fix, digest, inhale etc had been lifted 12th October, 1988, and have never returned. Lingering feelings of being anxious, irritable and discontent occurred albeit far less frequently. Until one day, a few years into my recovery, as a result of 1-1 and family therapy, daily transcendental meditation, yoga, breath work, intermittent fasting and being of service in the community I noticed I know longer thought about wanting to die.

I had embraced living a life beyond anything I could ever have imagined. A life of balance, joy, beauty; quietly living my dharma.


And so it goes…every ending is a beginning. In 1989, a few months sober, I was drawn to study the teachings of the Bardo I learned of by reading “The Tibetan Book of the Dead” specifically themes of acceptance, interconnectedness and impermanence after meeting Lama Yeshe in NYC.

The ancient wisdom teachings of Tibetan Buddhism, awakened an affinity with bardo-in-between states, the theme of “dying before one dies” into working my way through the 12steps. I continue to study the bardo today, as a guide to living in dharma, not drama, this life divine.

In Tibetan Buddhism the understanding of “bardo” describes the journey from birth to death and illuminates concepts like acceptance, interconnectedness, and impermanence.

My mother felt she had failed at making me happy. It was her urging to change that prompted me to sign up as volunteer. An action that changed my life. I called the “Church of Heavenly Rest” to enquire about volunteering. I was accepted into their volunteer programme, and along with a wildly diverse group of volunteers including Andy Warhol we showed up at the church three times a years to feed the homeless: Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Andy would walk around with his Polaroid camera and take their pictures, handing them a Polaroid as a reminder of being seen and heard by us, the volunteers. He was also the coffee-pot man, he looked so happy filling up up their coffee cups. We volunteers forgot about the outside world for a few hours and did our best to be of service to people time, community and society had forgotten.

My mother’s generosity of spirit prompted me to help others, As was her way of giving back to the community, so too it became mine. Her legacy lives on in me, the benefits of doing service, being of service helping others is life at its best.

Being in community. Consciously connected. Sevā is not meant to be done alone. I am speaking of the importance of doing service, being of service in the community. Sevā is shared with others, compassionate, selfless service.

Sevā in both Hinduism and Sikhism teachings and traditions is the concept of selfless service. The intention is be of service without expectation, outcome or recognition. A cultivation of connection. Pivots. Actions. Universality.

I felt compelled to write about a significant turning point in my life; transcending addiction into life in recovery by beginning a memoir/personal story that began in 1986 entitled “From Andy Warhol to the Ashram” as a humble homage to humanity. Pivots. Turning points. Spiritual awakenings. Seeking help. Holistic therapies, commitment, connection and community. Healing complex family trauma.

My book is about my friends, love inspired recollections of people who enriched my life, oftentimes in my darkest moments. I go back in time to turning points such as when I began practising Transcendental Meditation aged 20. A compassionate friend’s insightful understanding of my suffering and unhappiness gifted me the TM training, two weekend retreats in the Blue Mountains in Sydney. I felt uncomfortable in the beginning, however I began to trust the TM teacher’s process, being given a mantra initially to centre my chaotic thoughts, eventually I experienced for the first time a momentary calmness…over time this sense of calmness increased, each time I sat in the stillness and silence in the morning and the evening. Away from the chaos into the calm, eventually transcending into the vastness that is stillness.

“From Andy Warhol to the Ashram” is an invitation to share my journey, cycle of cycles. Intimate encounters with luminaries Andy Warhol. First Lady Betty Ford. Marianne Williamson and Meher Baba’s Eastern & Western Mandali. Working in the private and voluntary mental health sectors. Fabulous times influenced and evolved into my spiritual practice/conscious connection with God.

Centuries old indigenous wisdom, teachings and traditions. Eastern & Western philosophies, mythology, and psychology. We meet ourselves on the path of life. Memorable pilgrimages to ancient, sacred sites: India. Egypt. Australia. France. Italy. England. Scotland and America. An archetypal journey intertwined with spatial awakenings. Optimal self care: healing the past in the present.

Bardo (in-between state of dying and rebirth. The soul’s journey home. Freedom from the bondage of self. Memorable pilgrimages. Many a deep bow at ancient sacred sites: India. Egypt. Australia. France. Italy. England. Scotland and America.

An archetypal journey. Healing the past in the present. A collective generosity of spirit, their unflinching honesty, and inclusiveness influenced the foundation of my daily spiritual sevā practice: recovery, healing, connection, community, and love.

Recovery is not just about sobriety, it is about community. For me, a longterm sober women, a continuum of connecting with the universality of the recovery community has engenders and sustains my conscious contact with a God of my understanding. My spiritual practice is grounded in the power of prayer and meditation.

I continue to do the work: holistic therapies, compassionate self care form my daily rituals that define my life in recovery. Transforming maladaptive coping mechanismS, healing trans-gerantional trauma, led to self transcendence. In 1988, newly sober, I was fortunate to engage in 1-1 personal therapy with a brilliant, wise therapist to heal my soul.

I had resisted receiving help and despite an exquisitely painful family intervention because I didn’t want to go rehab, (I have yet to meet anyone in recovery who did!) however, what I resisted, persisted. 30 days later, I relapsed the day I left rehab. Deep troubled, at the airport I did not hesitate in buying bottle of vodka to transfer in Evian water bottle, before boarding the plane back home to NYC.

I don’t remember my first drink/drug related blackout, I assumed it was because I drank to excess. Later I would learn about the terrible effects of alcohol and prescription pill, abuse. I was a blackout drinker, albeit highly functioning, cognitively capable of masquerading capabilities. The overcompensating habits of a lifetime of the pursuit of perfectionism!

The progressiveness of addiction created suffering. People leave, sick and tired of emotionally and financially enabling, my deception, betrayal, chaos and unaccountability. I spiralled into abject loneliness. My days, became a daze. Constant cravings. Obsessive thinking needs certainty, and the only certainty was that I had sufficient Vodka, valium and cocaine. Nothing else mattered. I could not stay stopped. My recovery story begins with what happened the day and night of my last ever drinking and drugging slow suicide episode. And the person whose intervention saved my life, and helped me stop the madness.

In rehab I had read Betty Ford’s autobiography. Later that year, I met Betty at a Betty Ford alumni dinner in NYC. Her recovery story is a powerful testament to the truism: you are not alone, and need never drink or drug again. She befriended me and loved her enthusiasm for all that life offers, one day a time.

Sevā recollections: volunteering with Andy Warhol, (he thought he was deeply superficial. First Lady Betty Ford regularly came to NYC to attend Betty Ford alumni meetings ( I immediately trusted her when she told me: “let us love until you can love yourself”) President elect 2024, Marianne Williamson whom I had the privilege of volunteering with at her healing centre in NYC in 1989 the “Centre for Living” was a holistic healthcare community for people living with (there was no cure at that time) with AIDS, a global health crisis, to receive treatments and much more. Marianne’s universal healthcare dream had begun.

An existential crisis, I left the West and went on on a pilgrimage to Meher Baba’s ashram. What happened in a few days compelled me to return and live in a rural village, close to the Meher Baba’s samadhi. Fabulous, spiritually enriched days of wonder and joy.

The universality of sevā is my homage to humanity at it most humble, generous and kind. Wonderful times.

I am in my 35th year of continuing sobriety. I have had the privilege of helping people feel seen, heard and helped. An end to suffering is in no feeling longer isolated and alone subsumed by the depth of psychological suffering.

Recovery is complex, it is not what I thought it was when I went to my first 12step meeting. My preconceptions were simply fear based judgements, designed to keep me from committing to lifetime of abstinence based sobriety. Challenging conditioned thinking requires courage, conviction and clarity.

What is resisted, persisted. What I changed, changed. Sometimes swiftly, most of the time slowly….wonderful lesson in patience, poise and possibility.

Sarvesham.