What a day. I drove to meet the Rabbi, and then, looked at my calendar and saw I had the date wrong; it’s this morning, not yesterday! Walking around Luci’s looking at all the plush toys and gifts on the shelves, I saw a cardboard pop-out Bulldog Kit, perfect for the grandkids. They had a dog before they moved to Europe; what a great low maintenance replacement and reminder of love!
I got busy writing again, trying to finish my Ride the Waves book, suggested by my son Josh well over a year ago. I’m on Step Eleven; the memories of Howard P. and Stan G. bounced around in my heart and mind:
“As soon as we admitted the possible existence of a Creative Intelligence, a Spirit of the Universe underlying the totality of things, we began to be possessed of a new sense of power and direction, provided we took other simple steps.”
Walking into Wildflower to meet up with an old friend, we caught up on life’s journey and the miracles that have occurred. We drove over to the Inglorious Bastards Mens Mtg. (IB in the meeting list) I got to catch up with a buddy I met in Reno over 15 years ago. Another miracle - he’s sober! A young man out of prison shared on Step 10 how to navigate emotions and reactions, clean and sober. The laughter, the comradery of people who normally would not mix was electric.
Where else can I go to be inspired, return home & wake up the next morning with no regrets, strangers, or credit card debt?! Thank you, it’s electric.