With deep appreciation, I look back and honor this precious month, this never before, never to be lived again interval. I marvel to witness a blue moon, a blood moon, and a super moon all at once, offered by the universe on the very last day of the very first month of 2018. With this I know magnificent precision and perfection abound…
If somebody in your life tells you that they have quit drinking – whether for good, or for a few months – they have already soul-searched, agonised, researched, and thought dang long and dang hard about this decision. They will have tried moderation literally thousands of times already. They’ll tell you their reasons when they’re ready to. You’re on a “need to know” basis rather than a “right to know.” The fear of the “why aren’t you drinking?” question often keeps people stuck inside their drinking.
Anonymity and My 15 Minutes of Fame My 15 minutes of fame is winding down. Having had the extreme and unexpected honor to grace the cover of last week’s VC Reporter, a regional weekly publication that ran a story
We’ve been talking about Recovery Consciousness lately. In a nutshell, as stated in our post from January 9, 2018, “Recovery Consciousness is honoring sobriety by allowing it to be a springboard into a full spectrum, abundantly expressed, enjoyably lived life.” This week we’re going out on a limb with our curated post, meaning some of our readers may be upset–or even angry–at the thought of someone rewriting The Steps. So, just to be clear, we are in no way saying that AA’s 12 Steps need to be rewritten. We simply wanted to share this article that offers a “translation” of sorts for people who, for whatever reason, want or need something a little different.
Do you ever ask the universe to show you a sign if you’re on the right track? I got an unsolicited sign this weekend in the form of a front cover photo and article which featured me in the VC Reporter, a cool weekly publication that serves Ventura County. No sooner had I affirmed and committed to stepping into Recovery Consciousness more fully, and had taken some specific actions around it (which I think is really the key), did the Universe mirror back me that this is indeed the right track alright.
One night in the midst of a particular trying evening, I could see my daughter talking to me but I couldn’t hear her words: not because I was drunk, but because my head was ringing and I felt severe panic in my chest. I retreated to my bedroom and in a moment of clarity, I remembered the good healing energy I had felt when I had a meditation practice during my yoga teacher training. So I sat down and tried to just be with myself. I spent the next ten minutes of my “meditation” bawling my eyes out, but I feel better afterwards. That’s when I made a commitment to myself that I would carve out time EVERY SINGLE DAY to meditate.
Hooray – made it through the first week of this new year. I’m always happy when the holidays come, and even happier when they go and things go back to “normal.” Even though a part of me rebels against structure, I rely upon it sometimes to help me know what to do. And the joy of a fresh, uncluttered, wide-open calendar feels so freeing to me… My intention is to stay vigilant and add to it only those things I choose. (Wouldn’t that be nice?! Is it even possible?)
I started drinking alcoholically on New Year’s Eve, 1974. I was 13 years (and three months) old. I had taken a drink many times before. A sip of wine from Mom’s glass, a few drops of champagne for a toast, a bit of watered-down scotch from my uncle’s tumbler once he nodded off––that kind of thing. But the first time I “got drunk” was 12/31/74. I was at my best friend’s house, and we raided her parents’ bar. And I do mean raided. Marauded might be closer to the truth . . .