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I once met a man who was raised in a village of 100 or so people. This village was a 20 min airplane ride from any town, by boat it was a little longer. I met him when he was trying to get sober. He said he had been drinking since he was 10 yrs old, and was now in his late 50's. a short guy with a permanent smile on his face, I'm not sure why because he missed his life he said. Just lately he was coming from his village by boat, and he said there were bees and flys, and butterflys around him while he traveled across the lake, he had never seen before! He never noticed his environment, because he was so entrenched in his disease. A wolf howling, a fish jumping he could never here or see this. I think this also may be true with our alcoholics can they here us when we say we love them, what does it mean to them, or does it mean anything to them?
It also reminds me of myself, what am I missing or can't hear while being enmeshed in this disease, what will I regret when I get closer to death. What will I have not enjoyed, cherished.
Oh HP wake me up! let me see and hear clearly, lift the clouds around me......
Working my program.......Oldergal
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Don't Worry About Growing Old, It Is A Privilege For Some Of Us.....
Hugs, it's amazing what little things all of a sudden click. Great awareness OG, it does get better, one day at a time. Hugs P :)
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Stepping onto a brand-new path is difficult, but not more difficult than remaining in a situation, which is not nurturing to the whole woman.- Maya Angelo
My wife and I were at a birthday party this afternoon for an Al-Anon member at their house out in the forest. There were lots of members of both programs and we all sat with each other like family and "talked stories". As we sat there enjoying each others company we also noticed how the clouds above us moved and danced and acted out a drama directed by a power unseen greater than ourselves and a few of us noticed the young hawk which came out to see us from time to time; flying above us and circling watching just as a power greater than ourselves would. Listening with our eyes is one of the tools and skills of recovery. Much is told to us which the ear cannot perceive.
My red jade plant blossomed this year in a flaming red-orange color with long strands of blossoms and I heard my HP tell me "There you go...how do you like this one?" "I'm soooo grateful for it. I never thought it would survive in my yard." And then the Red Jade blossoms spent their life and disappeared just before the Teal Jade started to blossom. Such an opportunity to ask if I could see the Teal and the Red on the same arbor...and then a small late sprig of red buds appeared and then they blossomed.
Many times during the day I see these and respond "Thank you sooo much!" ((((hugs))))
-- Edited by Jerry F on Saturday 26th of November 2011 11:18:20 PM
I am grateful for the alanon program too because I now see the flowers bloom and fall in love with their beauty. I hear the birds sing and I smile when I see an impish grin in my youngest sons face.
I would have missed all of that drowing in the misery pool of resentment without the alanon program. To recover, one day at a time and have a new experience with the world around me is like being rebirthed into a strange yet beautiful new world.
Oh HP wake me up! let me see and hear clearly, lift the clouds around me......
I like this!
I find the more I learn to quiet my mind, the more I can see clearly. Years ago, I tried to learn how to quiet my mind; however, I gave up too quickly and began practicing the "chatter" in my head. It gained more muscle.
But my desire to be at peace got stronger than it.
Oh how I wish I had learned long ago when my children were under our roof. Unfortuately, I taught them to practice "chatter."
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You have to go through the darkness to truly know the light. Lama Surya Das
Resentment is like taking poison & waiting for the other person to die. Malachy McCourt