Miracles upon miracles unfolding like waves onto the shore
of my existence leave me with a gratitude that is so deep that it is hard to
explain. Today, I thank myself for
staying sober in all of those moments when sobriety didn’t seem like the life
for me! For a while there, I would
peer out of a lonely eye onto the landscape of my family, who seemed to have it
all, in their merriment sipping wine and whiskey at their fancy parties and nice
dinners. I would sometimes wonder
what happened to me, why couldn’t I drink and function as they did? Now, almost two years ago, with a high level of self awareness,
especially for an alcoholic, I knew that it was time to begin my path in
sobriety. NOW I know why it was my time to begin my path in sobriety. Recently, I watched as my brother who seemed to
have it all (and still does in the realm of finances and career) become prey to the disease. I stood amazed as
the first beverage that hits his lips in the morning always had a little of
that sneaky little devil inside...cunning, baffling and powerful. I
watched as the disease clasps him in It’s vicious claws and baffled by the craziest part of
alcoholism, the denial(Don’t Even Know I Am Lying). The thing is, NOW I know why I began my
journey when I did. It is a gift
precious beyond measure to be available to stand in the clarity of my being in loving support of my baby brother. I see without judgment and I know without
a doubt that there is a SOLUTION, a way of living that will far exceed the puny
ideals we had previously placed upon life. I give thanks to those who have gone before me, those who have held
this vision so clearly. Whether my
brother chooses to be supported or not, I am still here holding loving vigil
until he decides. You see, I
wouldn’t possibly be available to truly help another until, as the Big Book so
clearly states, “my own house is in order.” I can honestly say that I am proud of a relatively clean
house of consciousness that I live in. Loving someone truly gives me courage today.
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