Thanksgiving 2023 — For My Book and Meetings
This Thanksgiving, I am oh so grateful for my 12&12 book, and for the folks who come out for meetings. Grateful for My Book My 12 & 12 book is almost falling apart; it’s been a good friend and confidant
I am a grateful recovering alcoholic since 1981. I am grateful for the wisdom, patience, and availability of so many folks who show up and share what they have learned working the Twelve Steps. Even those who stumbled, have taught me lessons for living. And I am grateful to God who preserved me, and gives me each day a chance to give away what was freely given.
Let’s Talk About Resentments
Resentments? I Never had Any When I came into AlAnon, I did not feel resentful. (A Beam of Light in a Scary Basement) Of course I was still drinking —or using alcohol to be somebody other than the me I
A “Just the Facts” Kind of Article
A USA Facts Health Survey answered the question: Is Teen Drug and Alcohol Use Declining? The numbers are encouraging, but numbers describe people— young people — whose use and abuse of alcohol and drugs create ripples— usually harmful and painful.
Darkrooms and Developing Fears
My Darkrooms My recovery has been about clearing out the darkrooms in my mind and heart where I often developed imaginary, unsound fears. (Thanks to a reading in A New Day, page 258) A few acronyms for fear shed light
Newcomers at a Meeting
Newcomers Nothing like some newcomers to a meeting with several old-timers that opened a window through which blew memories, igniting gratitude! The sharing that day brought memories of walking into my first meeting — 1:00 PM at what was then
Recovery Advice — Be willing.
Be Willing, my sponsor kept saying Willingness is the key; but, I balked at the twelfth step for many years: STEP TWELVE: Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to
Today’s Proverb: Gotcha!
This Day’s Proverb: Some days a little zinger will remind me recovery is more than not drinking: You can’t beg God to heal you and stay loyal to what’s killing you. Help us Lord, change us Lord, heal us Lord,
Somebody I Knew Died
Somebody I Knew I learned somebody in our family died —alone. They lost their battle with alcoholism and diabetes; they were found dead. It really hurts to see the disease take somebody down — especially when so much of their life
Acceptance Was the Answer
“Acceptance was the answer,” was the Chapter’s title so many told me to read. (page 407) But what was the question? Over the years many questions popped up because of choices my drinking enabled. At twenty-three, I asked my reflection