As wild child he rode the trails on horse named “Silver” Yup, as in Hi-Ho After--still a wild bloke first of his peers to drink booze, smoke, and enjoy solo sex.
In first grade, engaged in the second, it was said ...he wed. Skip many years thousands tears. Bodies, hearts, bloodied, broken, mended not... One fine morning in strange city after playing several days with chic kitty, Sadly rode away once more. Silver now had two wheels upon which he soared, leaving behind a sweetness. Into mobile he mouthed “I wish to come back.” She--”Where do you live?” “In the south”, spoke he. “Sir, turn your bike around, face the southern sun. And RIDE, Clyde—RIDE! Never you roam from home.” Wild child no more rode 'til his ass was sore. In every life, strife... In decision, indecision. AH! Those turning points-- which way to go? To the north a cliff straight down to hell? Kept on keeping on. Still sober in October To face sun's heat ...and more. True life is of the soul-- not of self, now old as chunk of mold. Former deviant, my body a gift which GOD had sent; a thing borrowed... and lent.... steveroni 2011
Now that it is Friday, I am particularly glad to be home, for it is my night to attend a small meeting at "detox". This is a locked area of room-and-board in Naples where people go to slowly have removed from their bodies whatever they were using to make themselves 'feel good' (Detoxification!). Average stay is usually 4-6 days, and so if I see any of them more than once it would be at an AA meeting, or when I pick them up to go to a meeting. A guy asked me this morning (at 6:30 AM) "Why do you take meetings to Detox--after you've been sober 35 years?" Good question! "I really don't know. I've stopped asking 'Why' about AA work. It's simpler to just do it, whatever it is." (LATER, to myself) Wait! I DO know why I feel drawn to detox for a meeting. That is where it seems to begin, for some. For me, I need to observe that beginning stage of "soberism". Many years of sobriety can create a tendency to become distant from "What it was like". Sure, I attend usually two meetings a day, Big Book, Step, and Tradition meetings each week. Even with some service work, I still find that NOTHING brings my chronic, fatal disease so close to home--to reality--as meeting those suffering their first days and nights in a Detox unit. This is where the hair of the bow meets the violin strings. WITHOUT that 'meeting' there will be no music played. THAT'S why I feel blest to be allowed to share my Experience, Strength and Hope with newcomers. At Detox tonight were 6 patients, and six of us from outside. Of the incarcerated six, two slept, one said he never had a drink in his liar--oops, I meant LIFE! And three seemed as if they thought we'd meet again. After the meeting--outside--the six of us (I recall Megan and Alma and Jerry) shared another thought--we knew we had been where we were supposed to be for that hour tonight! Thank You, God. Thank you, AA. Thank you, Blogger Peeps! In love and service, Steve E
by Anthony De Mello is less about acquiring, more about "letting
go", ALL about love. Several of us meet each Tuesday or Wednesday at Starbucks for a
read-and-study session of this wisdom of “Letting Go”.
love what this book has taught me and others, defining what love IS
and what it is NOT. And OH! How wrong I--and others-- have been! In fact, I SO believe in the message this small book contains, that I keep two
of them (new) in my bike trunk for many months. (SOME day, I'll be inspired to bestow ownership on someone else.)
scene this morning...We sit outside. I am the last one to leave our
small group this morning about 9:15 AM. My bike starts nice, helmet
on, ready to go....and a car pulls up RIGHT IN FRONT of me. Immediately I'm having bad thoughts, as a girl gets out of car to go into Starbucks, and
she and the driver have me locked in the prison of a parking space. UGH!
happens next, she walks in front of her car, and stoops down to
pick up something, then walks over to me and hands me my treasured
book, which I must have dropped--”The Way To Love”.
moments before we guys were reading in De Mello that, “...love is an attitude, a
disposition (and) this kind of love radiates outward to the world of
I wait for the “girl” and her
companion to park and walk past my bike. I climb off and hand her a new, clean
copy of the book. She seems overjoyed! We shall never cross paths again.
In closing this short story
I MUST write, “There is NOTHING on earth which contributes more to
a joyous heart than to have given a gift...anonymously.”
tried to relate this blip of a happening without pride, real or
false. Hope it worked—I'll never know!)
THIS IS HOW WE LIVE AND LEARN... or is it "learn...and LIVE?" --a short story. Young man came into a meeting last night, his first in three weeks! Always the "quiet one"...sober a couple months. He sat there for the hour meeting and he who never says a word, began to speak:
"I listen to what you people tell me, but...two nights ago I had dinner with my girlfriend. SHE ordered for herself a margarita, and for me a nice Lowenbrau (beer). I stared at the bottle of beer for how long I don't know, was ready to reach out and quell my fire, when I heard the words.
"It was a story in our Big Book, about a sober guy who felt so strong, and "healed" that he ordered a scotch to dump into his milk. Then one more, because the first went down fine. He was found three weeks later in a trash can in New York...and woke up in a hospital. "Few sentences after that story was a line which read, 'An alcoholic...will be absolutely unable to stop drinking on the basis of self-knowledge...' "Well, I want you people to know I thought about all that, and just reached out and pushed that beer away." (End of story) Some will know of what I write. Others will not but I experienced a strong pushing feeling to get it out there on my blog. It's called "live and learn"...I call it "learn...and LIVE!" (I did!) (NOTE: I've changed a few facts to avoid copyright problems, and breaking of anonymity, but the conversation is intact.) --steveroni May 13, 2015