Archive for August 19, 2008

Endigar 61

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 19, 2008 by endigar

If I am vague in this communication, forgive me.  I do not wish to break the confidence of others.  But there are situations with significant people in my life that cause me great concern.  I am experiencing emotional pain tonight.  I didn’t realize it until I went to the meeting.  It surfaced, and I damn sure didn’t want to get publicly emotional.  Everything in me just wants to run, to squash the ability to feel.  But I know where that leads me.  I almost drove away from the meeting without talking to someone.  I turned around and returned to the Hut, and found one individual not otherwise involved in conversation.  I pulled him inside and let it out.  I talked and he listened.  No rose garden promises.  Just an understanding ear.  Something to shine a light on the horrors that haunt my mind. 

Alanon was mentioned again.  Probably something I should look into.

Endigar 60

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 19, 2008 by endigar

I have finished the Promises and Prayers document.  If anyone has anything they think would be good to add to it, let me know. 

As of August 16th, I have made it to 50% on the amends process.

Endigar 59

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 19, 2008 by endigar

There is a balance between setting boundaries, and making time to include others in my life.  Too much of a fortress can become a life-starving prison.  Demolition of the walls altogether allows life to loot the market of my soul.  It is hard being a father on a part time basis.  I love them some deeply.  But this balance is hard to maintain as they are here and then gone and then back again. 

I am re-learning to connect with others, to have and enjoy relationships while also learning to love and respect myself.  I have the two greatest offspring in the universe.  I have time with my father, to get to know the man who endured much in life to do what needed to be done.  And I have my consensual slave, who has come to know her Master like no other person on this planet. 

And I have this Entity, this friend and guide in life, the Higher Power.  “Just call Me John.”  Sometimes male, sometimes female, always a great help and comfort to me.  It is far superior to what I had among the churchians.  It is akin to the freedom of my childhood experiences with the early magic of Christmas as the practice of intuitive interaction allows me to unwrap one gift after another.  And none of these gifts or insights cause me to lose this new-found freedom in the pursuit of spiritual development.  For this one reason alone, I am thankful that I am an alcoholic who was forced to find recovery to stay alive.