The Rooms
The Rooms
In the Rooms, it is difficult to imagine these people, us, as suffering, desperate, physically affected and completely depleted empty shells of ourselves. We cannot imagine these glowing, kind and genuine people, us, with bags under their destroyed, empty and lost eyes. Sick, bloated, void of hope and at our very worst, wishing to die. It is too hard to picture it.
What we are not seeing in these rooms is the ego.
In these rooms, the ego cannot survive, it can't even get in through the cracks in the walls, that is how powerful the presence of the collective consciousness is, in these rooms.
If anyone has ever wondered what Love, in its most raw and truest form looks like, walk into the rooms of AA and grab a chair.
Goodnight,
Nic
What we are not seeing in these rooms is the ego.
In these rooms, the ego cannot survive, it can't even get in through the cracks in the walls, that is how powerful the presence of the collective consciousness is, in these rooms.
If anyone has ever wondered what Love, in its most raw and truest form looks like, walk into the rooms of AA and grab a chair.
Goodnight,
Nic
I'll never forget my first meeting. It was a big one, not in my town, because the friend who took me to my first meeting wanted me to be able to be a bit more anonymous than I would have been in a small Monday evening meeting in our small town. The second I walked through the doors of that church, and then and into that room, I could feel the relief wash over me. I felt this wonderful warm energy. People were smiling. People were laughing. People were hugging. THIS was what I was longing for. Connection. Understanding. Empathy. Love without judgement. It was really magical.
Oh NicLIn......what a beautiful post, a beautiful poem.....I am keeping this in my recovery toolbox forever. s
.....and this is not about the pink cloud at all.....this is just the God's honest truth. s
.....and this is not about the pink cloud at all.....this is just the God's honest truth. s
What a wonderfully inspiring post. Thank you.
I was saying to my friend earlier today that when I was active in my drinking, I looked like a cadaver. Now I look alive and sparkling.
The person I am today (9 years into sobriety) is 100% different physically and mentally to the daily drunk version of me.
I think my pals now would be stunned if I told them what I was like.
I was saying to my friend earlier today that when I was active in my drinking, I looked like a cadaver. Now I look alive and sparkling.
The person I am today (9 years into sobriety) is 100% different physically and mentally to the daily drunk version of me.
I think my pals now would be stunned if I told them what I was like.
And may I be so bold to say ~ neither have I.
It has been my new normal for a long time now.
Enabled me to leap the highest mountains I could ever have dared to climb...
This is my forever. xx
It has been my new normal for a long time now.
Enabled me to leap the highest mountains I could ever have dared to climb...
This is my forever. xx
I'll never forget my first meeting. It was a big one, not in my town, because the friend who took me to my first meeting wanted me to be able to be a bit more anonymous than I would have been in a small Monday evening meeting in our small town. The second I walked through the doors of that church, and then and into that room, I could feel the relief wash over me. I felt this wonderful warm energy. People were smiling. People were laughing. People were hugging. THIS was what I was longing for. Connection. Understanding. Empathy. Love without judgement. It was really magical.
I have made many dear friends in recovery over the years.
It's kind of funny how I will know almost everything about someone's life from sitting in AA meetings, except their last name.
I try to be the person giving back as much as I can.
I remember my first meeting. I cried quietly in surprise.
Mid-way through, I heard angels singing faintly in the distance.*
*The meeting was in a church and the children's chorale was practicing in the choir loft. Magic.
Mid-way through, I heard angels singing faintly in the distance.*
*The meeting was in a church and the children's chorale was practicing in the choir loft. Magic.
Thanks everyone, I am re-tapping into a lost activity, one of the many sacred things alcohol stole from me.
I am getting my creativity back, stronger than ever.
And that pink cloud or whatever it is, it keeps my heart full and my soul soft and my mind quiet, it's like a wave. A pink wave. And I'm going to ride that wave forever!
I am getting my creativity back, stronger than ever.
And that pink cloud or whatever it is, it keeps my heart full and my soul soft and my mind quiet, it's like a wave. A pink wave. And I'm going to ride that wave forever!
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