Picking up the Pieces

Hola mi Gente,

Sometimes the wreckage of past mistakes can seem overwhelming, its repercussions a constant reverberation in our daily lives. When we try to pick up of the pieces of our lives, it could seem that there are too many obstacles, too many consequences. The following story serves as reminder that oftentimes healing, or coming into wholeness, happens in small increments -- one day at a time, even one breath at a time...

The Starfish Story

Early one morning a man was walking along the beach, watching the ocean waves breaking on the shore, and he saw a most unusual thing. He saw that the beach was littered with thousands of starfish that had been washed up on shore and were dying in the sun. Far down the beach in the distance, he could see a young woman picking up starfish and throwing them back in the ocean, one at a time. 

When he was close enough to her to be heard above the waves the man said, “You're wasting your time. There are thousands of starfish here. You can't possibly make any difference.” The young woman reached down, picked up a starfish, and threw it as far as she could, back into the sea. “I made a difference to that one,” she said, and she reached down to pick up another.

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…