Homework, laziness, playtime, and changes…

After a week resting on my laurels, I dig in to the pile of reading due on Monday for my Meso-American Studies class. I’ll get that done easily enough and then work on the backlog of philosophical work I need to resolve. I read for about 3 hours today, and will do the same tomorrow and Sunday. I’ll start on the other stuff Monday. No worries.

The past week was spent playing around with model airplanes and going to some incredible AA meetings. I am so grateful to be sober, serene sometimes, and usually happy, joyous, and free. Because of this sobrity thing I am able to address life-threatening health issues with sense and aplomb, changing my eating habits, adjusting my excersize routine, and generally not being afraid of that change.

Haikus on Tuesday—a double batch, I promise!

I have been missed at my homegroup in the past 2 weeks, and this morning I was telephoned by one of the members, a fellow that I respect very much if only for his cool and level head. He was relieved to find out about my speaking commitment this week and my visit with my father the week before. I asked him what was going on and he told me about a very long business meeting that I also missed. It seems that some folks are becoming unhappy about newcomers, especially folks from rehabs, sharing about the ‘mess’ and not the ‘message’. This is an old saw, and not one to get hung up about, or leave on account of. We talked for a while and both of us agreed that newcomers have nothing else to share about except the mess. Even in my own story, I am only now slowly moving away from a drunkalogue as I build a sober history of recovery with which to reference. This fellow agreed that it is a natural occurance for newcomers to share this way, and also for some folks to become ‘bleeding deacons’ about it. This will take months to resolve, and in that time, if folks do what they are supposed to do* , more will be revealed, resentments will dissolve, and the group will remain the strong and vibrant group I love. The last thing the group needs is people jumping ship, depriving those who need their kindness, calm, and wisdom a chance to ask them for help. In the words of Ben Franklin, “We must all hang together, or surely we’ll all hang seperately.” This kind of ‘group shake-up’ is also nothing new to the rooms, and is always greeted with this kind of chatter. It’s healthy. It’s good for everyone. Breathe deeply and remember that everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment.


*Don’t drink, go to meetings, talk to your sponsor, practice acceptance, read some AA lit.

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.

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