New Thought Sobriety

An alarm clock was one of the presents I gave my son on his 21st birthday.  “Useful and symbolic,” was his response. I felt proud he picked up on that.

Flashing back to my age 21 radar screen, no one seemed awake to the magnificent unseen power available to us, at least no one who actively talked to me about it. I take that back – some I knew probably did walk and talk it, but in my world, it absolutely would have gone right over my head… I was the one not awake; utterly clueless.

If a picture is worth 1000 words, then a word is worth 1000 pictures.

Since catching wind of this, I am much more selective with my words. In the past, words tumbled mindlessly around in my head stirring up emotions, frequently negative, that could spontaneously combust into a tirade or a tantrum, or simmer as internal gloom, doom, and fear.

Both Bill W and Ralph W (Emerson, that is – who was called Waldo in his circles) used strong words and images to drive home the point that my biggest problem is and always has been …me. The sole common denominator in all of the uncomfortable situations and dis-ease I have ever experienced is none other than …me.