Friends and Lovers I learned quite a bit about myself today thanks to Shirley Smith, and we don’t even officially know each other. I like the degrees of separation thingy…Like I know Grace M. 1,656 more words
During those first few weeks and months of sobriety, I quite frequently had dreams that I was drinking again. I was so relieved and grateful to get away that I think it was my subconscious poking me by way of saying oh, check this out, here’s a nightmare to remind you. Every time I woke […]
via functioningguzzler (one word) comes one of those posts that many of us followed through on at one time or another: Read it. Print it out. Put it up in a significant spot in our living place. And read it — preferably out loud — on a regular basis. Like this one that started the incredible, worthwhile list:
- Feelings – Not only do you feel the bad & the sad but you also feel the happy, joy, excitement, hope & love
It’s all so well thought out and expressed by this determined young lady who has been sober a ripping 10 months, I don’t want to be a further distraction here… so stop what you’re doing and go read the whole thing. Now. And then follow through on it.
From Anne at ainsobriety comes an early Christmas present. Here’s just one money quote from a delightful, encouraging post rich with them:
The journey is never easy, but that is why it is so worth it.
Go there. And read.
via Shawna Rae at a sober miracle comes a post well-worth reading. Again. And again. Powerful, powerful stuff straight from the heart. She was in a dreadful place emotionally and psychologically, struggling, as she said, “…under the weight of guilt and shame because I had, once again, despite all of my resolve and great intentions, had too much to drink.” So she decided to punish herself by journaling.
As I lay on the bed, pouring my self-loathing onto the page, I suddenly felt the unmistakable presence of someone surrounding me with love … some wayward angel sent to comfort lost causes. But the feeling was powerful … much stronger than I’d felt before. The loving energy overwhelmed me, running through my mind and down into my hand holding the pen.
Love yourself now, the presence urged. I felt a wave of compassion wash over me, and I was overcome with the meaning behind the words.
In a heartfelt post on her highly subscribable blog, Shawna proceeds to expound on what it means to do that very thing. It’s a significant part of her healing, just as we can make it a part of ours. I’ll leave it to you to step over to Shawna’s place and take it all in.
Special thanks to Indianapolis blogger Christopher M Turner for this thought-provoking fable from Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation: The Fox and the Stork.
One evening the fox invited his friend the stork to dinner. For a joke, the fox prepared soup and served it in a shallow dish. The fox could easily lap up the soup. But the stork, with its long bill, went hungry. The fox gave the stork a sly grin and said, “I am so sorry. It seems as if the soup is not to your liking.”
“There is no need to apologize,” the stork replied. “I would like to repay your hospitality and invite you to dinner tomorrow night.”
The next evening, the stork served the fox a meal in a long-necked jar with a narrow mouth. The stork could easily reach into the jar and eat, but the fox could not and went hungry. “I will not apologize for the dinner,” the stork said. “because one bad turn deserves another.” After that, the fox and the stork were no longer friends.
The Moral of the story: Revenge may be sweet, but the damage it does cannot be repaired.
No matter how wronged you may feel by the words or actions of another, remember that revenge, retaliation, and harboring resentment serve no useful purpose.
I will let go of past resentments and consider no one to be my enemy.
You are reading from the book:
by Amy E. Dean © 2011 Hazelden Foundation
Outstanding post from one of my regular reads that brings back some old, yet still quite memorable moments in time. I hardly know where to begin. Joy and I have hit some amazing resorts in the Caribbean and Mexico: the Dominican Republic (2x), Costa Rica, and both Mexican coasts (4x) have left indelible imprints in what is left of my memory cells. That being said…
It was on our Feb. 27th, 2010, flight home from my weeklong 60th birthday party at the Moon Palace in Punta Cana that we had a conversation as to whether we may have an alcohol problem. Gotta start somewhere, right? BTW, just for the record, in every photo in that particular photo album, no matter where I am or what I’m doing or what time of day or night, I have a serious drink in my hand. Which is probably why precisely one month later I introduced myself at a meeting Club East and said, “My name is Greg and I’m an alcoholic.”
So for that reason, I love what time flies… says about dealing with crises in a sober life on life’s sober terms. The following is one example of several in a very profound entry, so go read the whole thing.
The first took me by surprise almost immediately upon arriving in Mazatlan. My parents and their friends were out of control! I’m talking folks in their 70s (in varying degrees of physical shape and general health) being so drunk they were stumbling and falling down on cobblestone streets and around a pool. I felt like I was babysitting, and it really pissed me off!
See what I mean? Good stuff.