Adventures in Recovery ~ Souvenirs From The Circus

by CaluluRemember when you were a kid and would go to the circus or the carnival? Sure, there were elephants and chimps, usually crapping everywhere. The air was scented with cotton candy, popcorn and the smell of animals. I remember the games, balloons, darts, tossing things. Besides the lion tamers and the freak show part of the carnival there were usually fortune tellers, people that would look at your palm or into a cheap hunk of round glass and predict you'd meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger. It was exciting and thrilling, wasn't it, when you were a kid?When I was a member of Possum Creek Christian Fellowship we used to have something like that, but we called it a … [Read more...]

Adventures in Recovery: They Will Know We Are Christians By The Fish On Our Car

(Thanks Dwight Parker for the title, friendship and inspiration. You are a Rock Star!)by CaluluWhen is a t-shirt just a t-shirt and when is it a smug statement in the face of the world?Recently I wore my cross to church. That's something I almost never do and it's not because it's ugly. It's not because I don't respect what it stands for. If anything I have greater respect for it than I did during my years drinking the kool aid and toeing the proverbial line at my old patriarchal church.  I do not want to dishonor what the cross represents.My cross is beautiful, platinum set with blue sapphires and tanzanites. But I tremble over wearing such an ostentatious symbol of belief around … [Read more...]

Adventures In Recovery ~ Boo! Letting Go Of Magical Devil Thinking

 by Calulu Sometimes I forget just how far my thinking has changed since I left Possum Creek Christian Fellowship only be to reminded in a very big way when I least expect it. The other day I was reminded how much my thinking on 'The Devil' has changed.I was working at the quilt studio helping a customer pick out coordinating fabrics for borders and bindings on several quilts she was finishing up. This customer was someone I knew vaguely from my PCCF days, a lady that attended a sister church that has split off from PCCF named Abundant Grace Fellowship. This lady, Michelle M., was a regular at both of the studios, the fiber arts-quilting one and the fine arts studio. She is one of those f … [Read more...]

Adventures in Recovery ~ Hi Ho Trigger!

 by CaluluI'm not talking about Roy Roger's stuffed horse that rests in the Smithsonian either. I'm talking about those emotional triggers that stun us, slap us upside of the head when we least expect it, pulling us right back into the powerlessness of the moment. Unfortunately for most of us that moment is usually negative, bordering on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.For at least four years after I left the toxic environment of my old church it wouldn't take much to trigger me, a snub by a former friend in the dressing room of the local gym or at the grocery store, certain hymns or songs, or places. One minute I'd be pulled together, moving and grooving and the next I'd be shaking, … [Read more...]

Adventures in Recovery ~ Surfing

by CaluluOne of the great enduring passions of my life has been surfing. I've surfed off and on since I was in my teens. My father taught me and we'd scour the weather reports for tidal surges during hurricane season in south Louisiana, waiting till the waves came. The Gulf of Mexico is like a tepid bath, calm, warm and blue-green most of the time. We chased the storms to ride the waves, cruising over to Pensacola or Destin, Florida to ride the wild surf.I loved surfing. It was by turns like dancing with the ocean and carrying out a battle. I felt powerful, warrior-like when I surfed. There was just nothing else like it.Years later after I married and had children I stopped surfing for … [Read more...]

Dispelled ~ One Girl’s Journey in a Home School Cult ~ Part 6: Growing Pains

Please note: The content contained herein does not necessarily reflect the values and opinions of the NLQ blog and its administrators.by ChandraFor the last six months, I dreamt of living in Texas and of being free. I knew that I didn’t know Gabe, but just the thought of getting out of the hell that I was currently in was all that I cared about. Everything else paled in comparison to the nightmare that I was living. My optimism still kept me going, and I was confident that even though I had been keeping an enormous secret from my parents, and that I didn’t know who this guy was, I would still find love and freedom. Two things I desperately wanted.I began to use the bab … [Read more...]

Adventures in Recovery ~ Sending Out An SOS

by CaluluA few days ago I got an SOS call from work. Rosie called with that most dire of all emergencies, they were out of toilet paper. Where's Mr. Whipple when you need him?Since we're an artsy bunch we're not the most practical and we tend to run out of things or have massive fail on things practical. During my fundamentalist years I used to beat myself up internally about my lack of domestic ability and interest. Now I realize I'm simply hard wired very differently than the perfect wives and housekeepers I knew at church. And that's okay.Took me a long time to realize it didn't matter a hill of beans to the universe if I was practical or impractical or if my living room was … [Read more...]

Adventures in Recovery ~ The Big Truth

by CaluluMidnight. I'm in my kerchief and the hubby is in his cap when from the lawn across the street there arose such a clatter....Unfortunately for us it wasn't jolly old Saint Nick or even The Grinch with his little dog Max, it was merely our neighbors, the Bumpasses. Their name isn't really 'Bumpass' but after they moved in they proved by their behavior that they had to be related to the original Bumpasses in the movie, 'The Christmas Story' And yes, they have a pile of hound dogs that would gladly eat your turkey if they could get to it.The Bumpasses got along with no one in the neighborhood and now they were busy cementing their reputation as the neighborhood jerks by trying to … [Read more...]

Adventures in Recovery ~ Pearl Clutching

by CaluluThe other day I had to attend a meeting at work. One of the big subjects was a new dress code. Now, instead of our usual jeans or casual skirts with tees, we'd have to wear business attire. The boss was insistent that if you couldn't wear pearls with your ensemble and look appropriate then you were under dressed for work. My jaw dropped when she suggested pearls and a twin set. Most everyone else in the room started clutching their pearls by voicing negative opinions. No one on the work team felt happy about the new rules.Bosslady was especially concerned with the fact that there we were at a team meeting and three of us were wearing flip flops in late October. For added giggles … [Read more...]

Adventures in Recovery ~ Rolling A Big Doughnut With A Snake In A Vest

by CaluluAuthors note: I realize not all fundamentalist, Quiverful or patriarchal churches believe in signs or dreams. I've seen a number of them that are strictly Bible-based but just as many that do believe God is talking to them through their dreams and a million other things.From the movie “Pee Wee's Big Adventure”Simone: Do you have any dreams?Pee Wee: Yeah, I'm all alone. I'm rolling a big doughnut and this snake wearing a vest..During my years at Possum Creek Christian Fellowship there was a great deal of emphasis put on dreams and other totems being key to knowing the mind of God. They were always looking for deeper meanings in the natural and in the everyday. As a result I … [Read more...]


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