Burning Thru The Fog

My favorite page in the story section of the Big Book is the last one. The author comments that ” God willing, we may never have to drink again” the trick they point out, is learning to handle sobriety. I have found that to be true. I can get in as much emotional trouble sober as I did drinking…almost. I have grown up a good deal in almost a quarter of a century of sobriety, some of it in spite of myself. And, my old enemy, righteous indignation, is always waiting in the wings.

I thought for a spell about why I write, I understand now, it’s because I am a writer. I lack the ego involvement to care, sincerely, if I have readers ( although that would be nice ) but I am ordained to write. It is in the writing of my thoughts that the pattern appears and the randomness of my life is tossed aside.

Enjoyed a long & leisurely walk in the fog this morn, going through a mountain mist is condusive to letting go of everything. All the edges are softened, and the blemishes on Mother Earth fade. I go deep into the Canyons in our high desert. there is one point at which you look back and see no man made structures, only rolling earth, heaved forth centuries ago. You have to gain a sense of perspective from that. I truly am just a pimple on the face of the Earth.
The photo on this writing is of the sun burning through the fog in Pah Rah Canyon and the splendor when the light hits the wall of rock, heavy with crystals.That is an allegory of my life, going from indistinct to brilliant clarity, with little effort from me.
I have been most blessed to live this AA way of life, to understand that my reactions to life have been my problem, and my willingness to change, can bring the light.