Ice Capades
So.....in getting up early to make a drive for a much needed 12 Step meeting today, I drove a mile and an inner voice of reason and common sense brought me back home. Frozen rain turned the roads around here into Skateland. Sure of my ability to navigate on half and inch of ice, the "other" cars on the pond were sliding aimlessly, white knuckles apparent, into ditches and snow berms in unison. Lot's of silent screaming visible through oncoming windshields. I now sit safe, having had an hour of dialog with my housemate, the topics of survival from relationships gone awry, sex, and his current insights from the readings of Don Miguel Ruiz's Four Agreements and The Mastery Of Love. The next best thing to a meeting for me.
Spud called at 1AM to let me know he was still drinking himself to death. I listened to his slurs of altered wisdom as he was in need of being heard. I blessed him, told him I loved him and pondered his fate as I drifted back to sleep. Dreams of walking on ice with tread less shoes prevailed as I interpret sure footedness is required. It seems I have been walking on ice most of this year, yet the ice has been thicker than expected.
Standing outside a while ago with a cup of coffee, the Crows and Steller's Jays aware of my new back of peanuts. The Towhees saying hello from the safety of their leafless brier. Tossing the peanuts like a princess in a parade to the hungry children as they say thank you, scrambling to get their fair shares. One of the Jays, a constant who awakens me every morning from a tree next to my window, singing a song in mock of another species. Not the sound of a jay but a Robin on high volume. As I step out the door, he is right there greeting me as a good friend indeed.
As my body acclimates to graveyard shifts, exhaustion takes hold. The human condition of wintertime hibernation taps me and beckons me to recline with a good book and a nap. I will do that soon as the rest of the world will patiently wait for me to do my dance. A dance of social healing based on the theme of recovery. As my reality is shifting, it is as if the melting ice and snow is revealing something of newness, of mystery. For the moment I must wait and allow the melt to occur around me, as me and all my perceived power will only melt what is beneath my warm feet.
StevenLoon
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If I can get through the day without condemning, criticizing or complaining, it's been a good day. If I don't give advice, it's been perfect. - Flloyd Ashcraft