If they’d-a told me two decades ago I would fall in love with living a spiritual life, I’d-a thought that was about as bloody likely as me getting hooked on the drugs and alcohol I was partying around with.
Wait. Both things happened, and not necessarily in that order.
My deep dive into spirituality had less to do with getting older, wiser, and more mature. It had everything to do with getting sober. Ultimately I got it that sobriety and spirituality are intertwined.
When I first began showing up at a Center for Spiritual Living, clueless that my drinking had morphed into a problem (but super aware of other peoples’ alcoholism), I would only meditate and pray (aka spiritual mind treatment) when queued to do it. My Higher Power connection was alive but dormant, only actively engaged when someone said “It’s that time again.”
When I first stumbled into a Center for Spiritual Living, long before I had any concept of my alcoholism, I would attempt to meditate and pray (aka spiritual mind treatment) only on Sundays. My Higher Power connection was alive but dormant, only fired up when someone said “It’s that time again.”
It’s interesting to me that working the steps in a structured way is a great recipe for living a livable and lovable life.
One of my great lessons continues to be ‘trust the process.’ Specifically with regard to the steps curriculum, it’s remarkable how the realizations of each one naturally flows into and paves the way for the next.
“Selfish” was the topic at an AA meeting I recently attended. In Science of Mind I’ve heard references to the “Self with the capital S” as opposed to “self,” meaning the awareness of our Higher Power Self, eternally connected with the One Mind, vs the ego-driven small self that is grappling for that which we already are and have such as love, peace, wholeness, acceptance and all the other good stuff.
If I could drink like a normie, I’d drink every day.
That’s a joke. Normies wouldn’t even think to drink every day – they don’t feel the desire, inclination or compulsion to do that. Quite an odd concept to those of us who made The Drink the focal point of every social exchange, event, party, gathering, holiday, meal, task, chore, conversation, etc.
There is something so possible, so open, and freeing about a new calendar for a new year. My calendar of choice is the old-fashioned kind I can write in, not the electronic variety, though I am learning to embrace both. Progress not perfection.