Monday, November 14, 2005

Just keep dancing...

To misquote Garrison Keillor, "It's been a busy week in the Pullman Historical District, my hometown..." A number of events have conspired to keep me out on the edge of my time and energy budget, which have been both a blessing and rewarding.

My work with three young men in the community of recovery has intensified for this last week - I don't know whether it's the phase of the moon, or the change of the seasons, but it has been a wee bit more intense, timewise, than I would have chosen. (Not that I want them to stop calling - on the off-chance they're reading this [very off]). The AA text tells me a truth that I've learned over and over again:
Practical experience shows that nothing will so much insure immunity from drinking as intensive work with other alcoholics. It works when other activities fail...Life will take on new meaning. To watch people recover, to see them help others, to watch loneliness vanish, to see a fellowship grow up about you, to have a host of friends - this is an experience you must not miss. We know you will not want to miss it. Frequent contact with newcomers and with each other is the bright spot of our lives.
So this is not whining - just a partial explanation for my absence in the blogosphere.

There are many changes happening here, which is the other part of my absence. I am adapting - not always well - to a much different life as a carless commuter. The new job requires that I be "on" a lot more than my previous job - so no time to slip in creative moments. And I've also been wrestling with a couple personal demons - ones that have been hiding in the background for a while. It's a worthy wrestling - but it just sucks up time.

So I will be back here soon. But in the meantime, let me point you toward a wonderful, and powerful post by my brother Rick over at a new life emerging. That process of getting naked (in a spiritual, and not a physical, sense) is part of what I have been experiencing for the last month or so. Rick is always worthwhile reading, but this is especially appropriate for me. And there's only 5 days until the new Harry Potter movie opens. And God is still on the throne, and I'm sunny-side-up, suckin' air, sober, and bilaterally symmetrical. How much better can it get?

I'll see you soon...

4 comments:

Danford said...

Powerful post, brother. Keep wrestling with the demons and keep writing. Your naked honesty is a light in a world dark with sin. Keep on preaching.

Tom Scharbach said...

Bilateral symmetry, as in Rorschach test?

Im A Foto Nut said...

The question is... Do you already have your tickets? I have all 4 of mine! I am taking Nephew, Sis in Law and my Aunt.

AnotherLostAngel said...

Steve;

Time, energy and money are scarce in all our lives....I'm glad to hear you are doing well....things are real stressful here....not in a life or death way...in a more annoying, "I have much more valuable things to do with my life than pick up after a child and try to keep the cat boxes clean at least every so often" kinda way. I know in my heart I am jackie gleason....A big ego...with big important stuff to do in life...."peanuts, alice...peanuts...what am I gonna do with peanuts, alice?" The most dificult task I have is to execise self discipline, or implore my god for discipline, to keep my nose to the gridstone, doing what I have to do, not what I want to do...it also seems the character defects take care of themselves when I keep my nose to the grindstone...but I fucking hate it...I am an architect, not a laborer, damn it!!!!! And my fears are that I need to be making hay here, making big moves, strategic moves...mostly work/financial things....to head off a future off desparation, poverty and doom and gloom that I am utterly certain will befall me...and isn't that EGO? (Easing God Out) Yet I am hard wired for that...fear..hiding...projecting...withdrawing...and thus letting the problems forment...and never developing the self confidence that God will take care of it if I just show up and start pulling the plow....Well, its 11 AM...seasame street is over...my hour of self time is done...she again beackons for daddys attention...

Take care brother....sounds like you are doing the right thing...

peter