The vibe, the spirit of recovery in the rooms was hope, affirmation & love. I couldn’t explain it. You told me to Keep Coming Back until you can hear the words to the music. Like a symphony, a Spirit captivated me from my first meeting.
Gift of desperation? Group of drunks? God Himself? I didn’t have a name for it.
But it truly was happening and continues to happen in my life.
Last night at dinner with Gail and another couple, a friend's Dad sitting at a table on the other side of the room came over to say hello. It was Harvey; his wife Sandy then waved over to us, part of a party of 15.
After a great conversation, my friends wanted to know how I knew them. There is no other explanation than some loving Spirit in the rooms of recovery wrote out this part of the symphony called ‘my life, clean & sober’.
Gratitude, laughter, humility and wonder were the next topics, before discussion of the craziness in the world started up.
When there’s a blank spot in my symphony, you taught me to pause and reflect on how the Great Conductor has it all written out. Let the music continue to surprise and inspire me; and to pass on beautiful music until I die, rather than just a life of Blood, Sweat & Tears.