Thank you for this day.
I am thankful too for work, I am glad to still be of service, Yesterday was my first full day after travelling south. I had an early morning walk and with Peter, Luka and Bella, the Hacannese girl, we did the Lighthouse Marina walk. Later at night I swam in the pool and had a hot tub. I read rather than watching tv last night. The Brutal War, British naval historical fiction of the Hawke ship.in day of Nelson and Napoleon. I did watch a little 1944, a subtitled movie of the Estonias in the war when half the men were conscripted to the Red Army and the other half to thee German Army due to invasions , Neighbours fighting neighbours, I’m thankful that Canada has in my lifetime avoid war on our soil,
After the swim last night I had a shower and enjoyed the new shampoos Sharine recommended after she cut my hair.
Pretty mundane stuff. With the stresses reduced I actually stop and breathe, smelling the ocean shore scents. I was taken back to the bad year, the third divorce,m and the ex’s addiction and ny abstinence and return to church and the road to recovery. I’m thankful for all the healers and mentors I met along the way. Walking into the Atlantic Alamo Club I saw so many in early recovery while there were a glowing few in longer term success based on thier serenity. The early recovery folk with anxious and starting back from the detour that clearly didn’t pan out. It was a Crystal Meth Aonymous Meeting. I felt the tension and palpable anxiety and anger of early recovery and thought this is the world of ‘yes’s. We say I haven’t done that ‘yet’. I didn’t do CM and even crack wasn’t available when I stopped drinking wine and priding myself on being a connosier. Ironically I stopped smoking marijuana because it thought its against the law and I should not be breaking the law when I abhorred hypocrisy. Yet I couldn’t stop smoking, tobacco., I’d tried marijuana instead of tobacco but only smoked both. I’d stop for several months and only start up again when I was having a drink and the compulsion to have ‘just one’ smoke would come over me It was only when I was months clean and sober that I began to appreciate how tobacco, marijuana and alcohol had become so much apart of my life,
10 per cent of Canadian consume 80% of alocohol. Like most who think they ware social drinkers I was more than that. I only ate at restaurants that served wine. I smoked daily. I liked to smoke cannolis at sea because it really did help with sea sickness. The trouble is that the rule of ‘more’ progressed. I went from drinking a glass or two of wine on a Friday night with my partner to drinking a bottle or two of wine. All my friends, mostly yuppies and established people were like me drinking wine and having an occasional toke,
Now I don’t have friends who drink or smoke.
I used to be cynical and not I’m optimistic. I used to go to bed late. Now I’m up early and this morning was up to watch the beauty of dawn.
I’m really blessed. I really wante to know God back then but I was turning further away. In recovery I’ve had a true adventure in the art of getting high. Alcohol is a depressant. Life is its own high. I enjoy the adventures I know to day and the company I keep. I am really so thankful. I’m blessed to be parts of recovery groups and church and family and work. I’m very thankful
I’m glad Trudeau has resigned. He was so arrogant, acted like a sociopath and seemed to be impaired with drugs or alcohol or hung over. He didn’t look or sound well but I guess that was me in my last year of work, Looking back now I can see the problem but not then. Now I’m truly blessed to know the freedom I know today.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Higher Power, Thank you God of Gods. Thank you light. Thank you Yahweh. Thank you
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