Endigar 1111 ~ The Covenant of the Loving Parent

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2026 by endigar

To the Child Who Endured the Four Hells

My beloved child,

I have finally come to you.

For many years I sought answers in distant places while you waited quietly within me, carrying burdens that never belonged to you. You learned to survive in ways that were wise for a frightened child, but those burdens are no longer yours to carry alone.

Today I make this covenant with you.

The First Covenant Against the Hell of Abandonment

You believed:

“She left me.”

You came to believe that love always leaves, and that every silence, every goodbye, and every change meant you had been abandoned.

I cannot promise you that no one will ever leave.

But I make you this promise:

I will not leave you.

When others withdraw…

When plans change…

When relationships end…

When life brings loss…

I will remain beside you.

I will remind you that another person’s absence is not your worth.

You will never again have to face abandonment alone.

The Second Covenant Against the Hell of Martyrdom

You believed:

“If you love someone, you must sacrifice yourself.”

You thought love required your disappearance.

You carried burdens that belonged to others.

You neglected your body.

You silenced your voice.

You forgot that you, too, were worthy of compassion.

I make you this promise:

I will never again ask you to disappear in order to be loved.

Together we will learn healthy boundaries.

Together we will serve freely.

Together we will love deeply without surrendering the person God created us to be.

Your life is not the price of love.

It is one of love’s gifts.

The Third Covenant Against the Hell of Rejection

You believed:

“Everyone hates me, or will hate me once they truly know me.”

You learned to hide.

To measure every glance.

To fear every judgment.

To protect yourself by becoming smaller than you truly were.

I make you this promise:

You no longer have to hide behind me.

Some people will understand us.

Some people will not.

Neither response determines our worth.

I will help you speak honestly.

I will help you create boldly.

I will help you serve openly.

You deserve to be seen without apologizing for existing.

The Fourth Covenant Against the Hell of Being False

You believed:

“I am fake.”

Whenever you grew…

Whenever you learned…

Whenever you became competent…

The critic whispered that you were only pretending.

You searched endlessly for someone to certify your existence.

I make you this promise:

I will measure us by truth instead of perfection.

We do not need to prove ourselves worthy before we are allowed to live.

We do not need unanimous approval before we are allowed to speak.

We do not need to become flawless before we are allowed to create.

Our sincerity is enough.

Our honesty is enough.

Our willingness to keep learning is enough.

The New Covenant

My dear child,

You no longer have to survive alone.

You no longer have to protect me from feeling.

You no longer have to earn the right to exist.

You no longer have to carry shame that belonged to frightened adults.

I see your imagination.

I see your courage.

I see your grief.

I see your longing for God.

I see your creativity.

I see your smile.

I see every hidden room you built so that we might survive.

Thank you.

Those rooms protected us when we needed them.

Now I will become the guardian of this house.

You may rest.

Our Promise

Together we will choose truth over fear.

Presence over escape.

Boundaries over martyrdom.

Connection over isolation.

Compassion over shame.

Faithfulness over perfection.

Love over terror.

Life over hiding.

Our Blessing

As long as I live…

you will never again face these four hells alone.

Whenever fear whispers,

I will answer.

Whenever shame accuses,

I will defend you.

Whenever grief returns,

I will sit beside you.

Whenever you forget who you are,

I will remind you.

You are not my burden.

You are my God shard, and a Son of the Infinite One..

And I delight to call you home.

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1110 ~ I Feel . . .

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2026 by endigar

Loved

I feel loved when my children choose to spend time with me because it reminds me that I matter to someone.

Angry

I feel angry when I see people manipulate or exploit others because fairness is important to me.

Satisfied

I feel satisfied when I complete my daily walk because I honored a commitment to myself.

Frustrated

I feel frustrated when I have a clear vision but fail to follow through because I know I am capable of more.

Grateful

I feel grateful when I sit in an AA meeting because I have been given another chance at life.

Rested

I feel rested when I allow myself to nap without guilt because my body receives what it needs.

Tenacious

I feel tenacious when I return to spiritual and recovery work after setbacks because giving up is no longer an option.

Joyful

I feel joyful when writing flows freely because I experience creative freedom.

Embarrassed

I feel embarrassed when I remember times I abandoned my own voice because I wish I had spoken more honestly.

Ambivalent

I feel ambivalent when entering new relationships because I desire connection and fear entrapment at the same time.

Disappointed

I feel disappointed when I fail to complete a project because I wanted to bring something meaningful into the world.

Confident

I feel confident when helping a sponsee because experience has taught me I have something useful to offer.

Shame

I feel shame when I remember behaviors that conflicted with my values because I wanted to be better than I was.

Thoughtful

I feel thoughtful when contemplating mortality because it reminds me how precious life is.

Ashamed

I feel ashamed when I use escape behaviors instead of facing life because I know I am capable of greater integrity.

Trusted

I feel trusted when someone asks for my guidance because they believe my experience has value.

Hopeful

I feel hopeful when I make small daily improvements because change is occurring one step at a time.

Grief

I feel grief when I think about years spent suppressing creativity because those years cannot be reclaimed.

Humiliated

I feel humiliated when I remember situations where I felt powerless because my dignity felt threatened.

Abandoned

I feel abandoned when I perceive spiritual silence because I long for a closer sense of communion.

Playful

I feel playful when imagination is allowed to wander because there is no pressure to perform.

Humorous

I feel humorous when I recognize the absurdity of my own overthinking because life is often stranger than my fears.

Betrayed

I feel betrayed when institutions distort truth because honesty is deeply important to me.

Inspired

I feel inspired when I encounter great ideas or stories because they awaken possibility within me.

Accepted

I feel accepted when I share honestly in fellowship and receive understanding because I do not have to hide.

Guilty

I feel guilty when I neglect commitments because I know others may be affected.

Pleasure

I feel pleasure when I enjoy good food, conversation, or creative work because being alive can be enjoyable.

Fascinated

I feel fascinated when exploring spiritual mysteries because I am drawn toward understanding.

Irritated

I feel irritated when repetitive distractions interrupt meaningful work because they pull me away from my purpose.

Pleased

I feel pleased when I finish a writing project because effort has become something tangible.

Loving

I feel loving when I think about my children because I want their lives to flourish.

Excited

I feel excited when a new creative idea arrives because it feels like discovering unexplored territory.

Serene

I feel serene when walking in Orr Park because nature slows my mind and settles my spirit.

Safe

I feel safe when surrounded by trusted fellowship because I do not have to defend myself.

Enthralled

I feel enthralled when contemplating the mysteries of consciousness, God, and existence because they fill me with wonder.

Recurring Themes in my own ACA work:

Connection vs. abandonment

Expression vs. suppression

Wonder vs. certainty

Discipline vs. avoidance

Communion vs. isolation

I feel most alive when I am creating, connecting, and exploring mystery, and I suffer most when I feel silenced, isolated, or separated from what I love.

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1109 ~ Grief

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 5, 2026 by endigar

As I read my ACA inventories, one feeling appears again and again beneath the fear: GRIEF

Grief for time.
Grief for unrealized potential.
Grief for distance from God.
Grief for abandoned creativity.
Grief for parts of myself I felt compelled to suppress.

I think I find that many of my “fear” statements eventually unfold into:

“I feel sad because I loved something.”

And that is a very different doorway into healing.

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Endigar 1108

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 29, 2026 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Nov 23:

How often have I had a dream I longed to pursue, but quit before I started because it seemed too enormous a task to attempt? Going back to school, moving, taking a trip, changing jobs, all these and many other goals can seem overwhelming at first.

Al-Anon reminds me to “Keep It Simple.” Instead of approaching the task as a whole, I can simplify it by taking only one step at a time. I can gather information — and do nothing more. Then, when I’m ready, I can take the project further. That takes some of the pressure off having to know all the answers and solve every problem that may arise before I’ve even begun.

I am also free to try something and then change my mind. I do not have to make a lifetime commitment before I even know whether or not my goal is desirable.

My plans may involve many actions and many risks, but I don’t have to tackle them all today. I can take my time and move step by step at my own pace. By focusing on one thing at a time, the impossible can become likely if I “Keep It Simple.”

Today’s Reminder

With the help of Al-Anon and my Higher Power, I am capable of many things I could not even have considered before. I may even be capable of pursuing my heart’s desire.

“All glory comes from daring to begin.”
– Eugene F. Ware

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NOTE: Eugene Fitch Ware was a fascinating nineteenth-century American figure who wore many hats during his lifetime: Civil War officer, attorney, Kansas state senator, newspaper editor, poet, author, and federal official. He is best remembered under his pen name “Ironquill.” Ware’s greatest fame came from his poetry. Writing as Ironquill, he became one of Kansas’s most widely read poets and was sometimes called the unofficial poet laureate of Kansas. His collection Rhymes of Ironquill enjoyed considerable popularity in the late nineteenth century. His poem “The Washerwoman’s Song” became especially well known.

Among his notable works were:

  • Rhymes of Ironquill
  • The Rise and Fall of the Saloon
  • The Indian Campaign of 1864
  • From Court to Court
  • Ithuriel

END OF NOTE—————————————

I find myself thinking about how often fear disguises itself as practicality. And about how often the greatest blessings in life were delivered gift-wrapped in fear.

I tell myself I am being protective of the dream. I tell myself I need more information, more certainty, more preparation. But beneath those reasonable-sounding objections is often a frightened child standing at the foot of a mountain, convinced he must climb the entire thing before taking a single step.

Recovery has taught me something different. It points to a tension here that fascinates me. Part of me wants certainty. Another part longs for adventure. Recovery has become the bridge between those opposing forces. It teaches me that surrender is not the abandonment of dreams. It is the abandonment of the illusion that I must control every outcome before I am allowed to begin.

I need only the courage to take the next right step and the humility to trust that my Higher Power is already waiting somewhere beyond the bend in the trail.

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Endigar 1107

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2026 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Nov 22:

Al-Anon is a spiritual recovery program. The word “recovery” implies that we are regaining something we once possessed but have lost or set aside.

In the confusion of living with active drinkers, I lost track of my spirit. Life was a survival game, a daily grind of fear and hard work. No matter what I tried, nothing seemed to help. Perhaps that’s because I was trying to do it all by myself.

In Al-Anon I have come to know that I have a resource within me and all around me that can guide me through the most overwhelming fears and the most challenging decisions – Higher Power. Regardless of how I define that Higher Power, it is real to me and has always been here for me. I am so grateful to have recovered that connection to my spirituality, for in doing so, I have regained an essential part of myself. As a result, today my life has a sense of purpose that makes each moment a precious gift.

Today’s Reminder

I am a spiritual creature, capable of faith, hope, and an appreciation of beauty. I have an unlimited source of strength and comfort at my disposal. Today I will take the time to cultivate that spiritual connection.

“Half an hour’s meditation is essential except when you are very busy. Then a full hour is needed.” ~ Francis de Sales

END OF QUOTE—————————————

There is a quiet honesty in the word recovery that I don’t always want to face.

It suggests I am not building something new.
It suggests I am returning—to something I once carried naturally in an unknown dimension, before the fear of being born mortal scattered me into fragments.

When I sit with that, I can feel the truth of it in my body.

There was a time when my spirit moved more freely—before vigilance became my default posture, before life narrowed into a corridor of managing, fixing, anticipating. Living with active drinkers trained me to become a kind of emotional contortionist. I learned to scan the room, adjust the tone, brace for impact. Somewhere in that daily grind of survival, I misplaced something essential.

Not destroyed.
Not erased.
Just… set aside, like a sacred object wrapped in cloth and hidden during a war.

And here is where Step Ten and Eleven begin to feel less like assignments and more like archaeology of the soul.

Because what I am recovering is not information.
It is contact.

Contact with a presence that I did not create and cannot control—but can learn to recognize again.

I see now that my exhaustion came, in part, from the belief that I was meant to carry everything alone. Every decision, every outcome, every emotional ripple—I appointed myself the manager of a universe I do not run. No wonder nothing worked. I was trying to substitute willpower for relationship.

Al-Anon did not hand me a Higher Power.
It revealed that I had been cut off from the awareness of one that never left.

That shift feels small when spoken, but it rearranges everything.

Because now, when fear rises—and it still does—I have somewhere to place it. Not to dump it carelessly, but to offer it, to say: I am willing to not be the only mind at the table right now.

And in that offering, something subtle happens.

The pressure eases.
The horizon widens.
The next right step becomes just visible enough to take.

I am beginning to understand that spirituality, for me, is not a belief system I maintain—it is a relationship I practice.

A daily returning.

Sometimes it feels like tuning a signal through static.
Sometimes it feels like standing in the dark, unsure if anyone is listening.
But then there are moments—quiet, unforced—where I sense alignment. Not perfection. Just… rightness. A small click inside the machinery of the soul.

And I realize:

The connection was never lost.
Only my attention wandered.

So today, I do something simple, almost unimpressive by the standards of my old thinking.

I pause.

I notice breath.
I notice tension.
I notice the impulse to control, to predict, to brace.

And instead of obeying it, I turn—just slightly—toward that presence I am learning to trust.

No fireworks.
No grand declarations.

Just a willingness to remain connected.

Because if I am honest, that is what I am recovering:

Not a perfect life.
Not immunity from fear.

But the quiet, steady knowing that I am not alone inside my own experience.

And from that place, even this moment—ordinary, imperfect, unfinished—
begins to feel like something I can receive… rather than survive.

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Endigar 1106 ~ Amends to My Body

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2026 by endigar

To my body—
the vessel that has carried me through every season of my life.

I recognize that I have often treated you as an obstacle rather than a companion.
I judged your needs, mistrusted your signals, and sometimes punished you for simply being human.

For this, I am sorry.

I apologize for the times I neglected your strength and endurance—
when I abandoned discipline in movement and allowed inertia to weaken what was meant to grow strong.

I apologize for confusing suffering with holiness,
for practicing mortification instead of care,
for believing that denying you was somehow pleasing to God.

I apologize for feeding you substances and habits that dulled your clarity—
excess sugar, compulsive stimulation, and chemical escapes
that masked pain but left you burdened.

I apologize for the moments I ignored your rhythms of rest and renewal,
pushing you toward collapse or leaving you unused and stagnant.

I apologize for the shame I placed upon you—
for seeing sexuality as contamination instead of energy that required wisdom and stewardship.

I apologize for risking your health through reckless fasting, cutting, or spiritual desperation,
as if you were merely an instrument for forcing a divine response.

None of these actions honored the covenant between body and soul.

What I Understand Now

You were never my enemy.

You were the messenger of fatigue, hunger, vitality, and longing.
You carried my breath when despair tried to suffocate it.
You endured my experiments, my confusions, my wars of spirit.

Even when I misused you, you continued your quiet labor—
heart beating, lungs filling, muscles waiting to move again.

For this perseverance, I thank you.

My Amends Going Forward

I commit to treating you as a partner in my life rather than a battlefield.

I will strengthen you through regular movement and honest effort.
I will nourish you with food that sustains rather than numbs.
I will give you rest when you need it and discipline when you require challenge.

I will seek balance rather than martyrdom.

I will allow physical training to be an act of gratitude rather than punishment.
I will honor sexuality as energy to be directed wisely, not suppressed with shame or indulged without care.

I will remember that the spiritual life does not require your destruction—
it requires your cooperation.

I will listen more carefully to the signals you give.
Pain, fatigue, hunger, and desire will be invitations to awareness rather than triggers for judgment.

A Closing Acknowledgment

My body, you are not merely matter.

You are the living ground where thought becomes action,
where breath meets spirit,
where life itself unfolds moment by moment.

From this day forward, I choose partnership with you.

Together we will learn strength again.
Together we will rediscover rhythm.
Together we will live the remainder of this life with greater respect for the miracle of being alive.

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Endigar 1105

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 15, 2026 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Nov 21:

Sometimes I think that, because I’ve been in Al-Anon for a long time, I shouldn’t have any more problems. When difficulties do arise, I feel something is wrong with me or with the program.

Actually, in some ways I have more problems than ever. When I came to Al-Anon, I had only one problem: I didn’t know how to fix the alcoholic. (My life was completely in shambles, but I swore that I was fine.) Today I know that I can’t fix anyone but myself, and I challenge myself daily to seek a richer, more meaningful life. I’m taking risks, facing fears, making changes, speaking up, making myself available to life.

I’m bound to run into snags here and there. Sometimes life doesn’t follow my blueprint. I get overwhelmed and want to crawl under the covers and hide. At such a time it helps to remember that Al-Anon doesn’t take away problems, but it does give me the courage and insight to turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones.

Today’s Reminder

In handling my difficulties, what’s important isn’t how much time I have in Al-Anon but how willing I am to implement the tools of recovery. While Al-Anon doesn’t grant immunity from problems, it does offer a healthy way to deal with them.

“Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.”
~ H.W. Beecher

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NOTE: H. W. Beecher refers to Henry Ward Beecher (1813–1887), a highly influential American Congregationalist minister, abolitionist, social reformer, and public speaker in the 19th century.

He was one of the most famous preachers in the United States during his lifetime.

Who he was

  • Born: June 24, 1813
  • Died: March 8, 1887
  • Son of famous preacher Lyman Beecher
  • Brother of Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom’s Cabin

Why he mattered

Beecher was known for:

  • Abolitionism – He strongly opposed slavery and supported the Union during the Civil War.
  • Progressive theology – He emphasized God’s love over fear-based religion and rejected harsh Calvinism.
  • Women’s rights – He supported women’s suffrage (controversial for his era).
  • Social reform – He spoke on temperance, poverty, labor issues, and education.
  • Powerful oratory – His sermons drew massive crowds; he was considered one of the greatest speakers of the century.

His church in Brooklyn, Plymouth Church, became nationally famous, and he used his pulpit almost like a media platform to shape public opinion.

The scandal

Late in his life, Beecher was involved in a sensational public scandal:

  • He was accused of having an affair with Elizabeth Tilton, the wife of his friend Theodore Tilton.
  • The case led to a massive public trial in the 1870s.
  • The trial ended in a hung jury, so he was never convicted, but his reputation was deeply divided afterward.

END OF NOTE—————————————

There is a quiet humility in admitting that longevity in the program does not equal immunity from life. It is a mistake to give into that ache that causes me to say, “surely by now I should be done struggling.”  And I recognize that voice—not as weakness, but as the lingering echo of perfectionism disguised as spirituality.

I once believed recovery would make life smoother. Fewer conflicts. Fewer fears. A clean emotional horizon. What I’m slowly learning is that recovery does not flatten the terrain—it returns my eyesight. I now see the hills I once stumbled over blindfolded. I notice the interior weather. I hear my own resistance. And sometimes that awareness is exhausting.

But this is the difference:
Before, I was drowning and calling it swimming.
Now, I am swimming—and occasionally tiring—but still moving.

The old life was denial wrapped in bravado: “I’m fine.”
The new life is truth spoken gently: “I am struggling, and I am still showing up.”

How willing am I to continue to carry my spiritual toolbox forward with me.

That is where the living edge of recovery is. Not seniority. Not identity. Not performance. But willingness. Willingness to pause. To inventory. To reach out. To sit with discomfort instead of armoring against it. Willingness to let life interrupt my blueprint without collapsing into resentment.

Sometimes I absolutely want to hide. Sometimes I want the covers. Sometimes I want to be done.
And that, too, is part of the human curriculum.

But the promise is not escape.
The promise is transformation of relationship.

The problems remain.
But I am no longer alone with them.
I am no longer dishonest with them.
I am no longer powerless before them.

Today, I do not measure my recovery by the absence of difficulty.
I measure it by this quieter miracle:

That I still show up.
That I still tell the truth.
That I still reach.
That I still believe becoming is possible.

And that is enough for today.

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Endigar 1104

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 13, 2026 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Nov 20:

Although there are many ways to tame a horse, there is general agreement on one point: The important thing is not to break the horse’s spirit. Colts, puppies, and little children are full of boundless joy in being alive. What had happened to my joy? Alcoholism, which has touched every generation of my family, had broken my spirit.

Al-Anon gives me a fellowship, a Sponsor, and Twelve Steps and Traditions that allow me to heal my broken spirit. My healing started when I quit fighting the God of other people’s understanding and found a God who honored the long-forgotten spirit in me. That’s the God who can restore me to my true self.

Today I make a sincere effort to roll in the clover, kick up my heels, and celebrate being alive. It is one way in which I touch my God.

Today’s Reminder

Let me make this day a celebration of the spirit. There is a part of me that retains a childlike sense of curiosity, wonder, enthusiasm, and delight. I may have lost touch with it, but I know it still exists. I will set my problems to the side for a little while and appreciate what it means to be vitally alive.

“Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”
~ George Bernard Shaw

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The spirit in me was never meant to be broken. I think I buried it under years of fear, vigilance, and inherited sorrow. I did not lose my joy because I was defective. I lost it because I learned to survive.

Alcoholism did not simply wound my family; it trained us. It taught us to brace. To monitor. To endure. And endurance, when practiced too long, can masquerade as identity.

What Al-Anon offered me was not correction, but remembrance.

I no longer embraced a God imposed from outside, but a God discovered within — a Presence that did not ask me to become someone else, but invited me back to who I was before I began contorting myself for safety.

There is still a child in me who knows how to marvel. I meet him sometimes when I stop trying to solve everything. When I let the moment be enough. When I breathe without scanning for threat.

I am learning what it means to re-parent that core entity, that inner child. To let his quietness find expression.

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Endigar 1103

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2026 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Nov 19:

For years I lamented the absence of a label that would identify the soul sickness that brought me to the fellowship. I wanted to say, “I’m a recovering controller, enabler, caretaker, fixer.” Although they identify some of my character defects, these labels miss the mark. I’m not simply seeking recovery from one limitation or problem. The goal I’m striving for in Al-Anon is an overall sense of wellness.

My pursuit of this goal began by seeking recovery from the way a loved one’s alcoholism has affected my life. But today Al-Anon offers me even more. As I heal and grow, I find that it is no longer enough simply to survive. The principles and tools that brought me this far can help me to create an increasingly rich and fulfilling life.

Today, when I say I’m a grateful member of Al-Anon, I’m not zeroing in on one particular problem but rather participating in a whole host of solutions that can lead to emotional, physical, and spiritual health.

Today’s Reminder

As I continue on the never-ending path of spiritual progress, I will expand my view of recovery.

“In Al-Anon we believe life is for growth, both mental and spiritual.”
~ The Twelve Steps and Traditions

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Recovery, I’ve learned, is not a cosmetic repair. It is not about sanding down the most visible flaws. It is about tending to the deeper architecture of the soul.

I came to Al-Anon because of the chaotic legacy of addiction in my family. That was the doorway. But the work has taken me far beyond that original pain. What I am being invited into now is not mere survival but a widening life. A life with breath in it. With flexibility. With presence. With color returning where everything once felt gray.

There is a subtle but sacred shift that happens along the path: I stop asking, “How do I endure this?” and begin asking, “How do I live well?” The same tools that once helped me stay afloat now help me steer. The same principles that once protected me now shape me.

When I say I am a grateful member of several 12 Step groups, Al-Anon included, I am not confessing pathology. I am affirming participation in a way of living. A way that honors emotional sobriety, spiritual attentiveness, embodied truth. A way that invites me to grow instead of contract.

Recovery is no longer a narrow hallway. It has become a widening horizon. It is the one place where spiritual growth and the writing of my own story are not in conflict.
It seems that life is not meant to be managed.
It is meant to be grown into.

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Endigar 1102

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 11, 2026 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Nov 18:

To me, when the Second Step talks about being restored to sanity, it covers more than the ability to function responsibly and realistically. A sane way of life also includes the willingness to play, to take a break, to cultivate a hobby. I suppose I think of humor as an especially appealing hobby. It takes no special equipment, doesn’t require travel, and never falls out of fashion. When I have a good laugh, I know that my Higher Power is restoring some of my sanity.

If I can see nothing but my troubles, I am seeing with limited vision. Dwelling on these troubles allows them to control me. Of course, I need to do whatever footwork is required, but I also need to learn when to let go. When I take time to play, to laugh, and to enjoy, I am taking care of myself and giving my Higher Power some room to take care of the rest.

Today’s Reminder

A good chuckle or an engrossing activity can lift my spirits and cleanse my mind. I will refresh myself by adding some lightness to this day.

“Now I look for humor in every situation, and my Higher Power is a laughing God who reminds me not to take myself too seriously.”
~ As We Understood…

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Have I begun to trust gentleness again — not as indulgence, but as medicine?

In recovery, “sanity” often starts as crisis stabilization: stop burning down my life, stop lying, stop reacting from fear. But I want to reach deeper. I want to experience the return of playfulness, curiosity, and joy. That is not peripheral healing; that is evidence that the spirit is thawing.

I truly enjoy playing chess. Not just because of the game itself, but because it becomes a symbol:
a quiet discipline that doesn’t demand escape,
a practice that invites presence,
a place where outcome matters less than engagement.
Win or lose, I am still participating in life rather than wrestling it into submission.

The idea of limited vision is especially true in recovery work. When my mind fixates on problems, it shrinks. The world becomes a tunnel of urgency. But when you step into humor, into hobby, into lightness, the field of vision widens again. That widening feels very much like grace — like my Higher Power restoring perspective, not by force, but by invitation.

I am learning that trust in God sometimes looks like setting the burden down and picking up something beautiful instead.

The image of a “laughing God” is powerful too. Not mocking. Not dismissive. But delighted. A Presence that wants you unburdened enough to smile, unguarded enough to enjoy. Many people fear that taking life lightly is irresponsible. But what if joy is actually a spiritual discipline.

This is recovery at its clearest:

  • honest about tendency to brood
  • humble about the need for footwork
  • tender toward the self
  • reverent without rigidity
  • grounded in lived experience rather than slogans

It is indeed a life of progress, rather than a slavery to perfection. I prefer it.

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