There’s a sudden and half-expected
hit of joy that comes with it—
a familiar jolt in the heart’s funny bone
letting you know
you’re back to bumping
along the right corridor.
Sure, there’s room for improvement,
many rooms, in fact,
unused in the sprawling
mansion of your remaining days,
waiting in furnished gloom
for a bruising to flay
its ripened dust.
Even if I don’t get this, I may still get something.
Written By, Jules M. While meditating one day, I had a realization… I wasn’t craving cannabis, I was really craving a deep breath and the relief that accompanies it. In active using, I was constantly doing breathing practices. I would take the biggest inhale I could, hold in my breath, take a couple more sips…
Written By, River B. My birthday is in the fall, often landing on or shortly after the autumn equinox. This year in celebrating with a weekend at my parent’s cottage on the shores of Lake Huron with four of my closest friends, who have all agreed to a sober weekend in support of my new…
Created By, Chris P. Published By A New Leaf – January 2026
Written By, Aurelie E. Life isn’t a puzzle with edges that stay,nor a riddle that’s answered in only one day.It bends and it shifts, like the tide or the rain—you wake every morning, and solve it again. The pieces don’t fit the same as before,new doors may appear where there once was no door.The map…
Written & Created By, Jessyka Published by A New Leaf – January 2026
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