Over and over and over … and over. Rote. Remedial. Remember.  It seems I’ve heard the term “I have a quick forgetter” more than once in the rooms to which we all travel  for hope.  We are inundated with all this “head” knowledge til’ we’re sick to our twinkletoes with slogans and readings and prayers.  Why doesn’t it stick? What happens in our brains, when the shizznit hits the fan, that we “forget” all the tools we know? Or do we?

The “this too shall pass”-es and the “keep coming back”-ages … that  information is IN there.  It just seems that from time to time we think we forget it.   If we really truly lost this information, the rooms we all love so much would be empty.  Somewhere, deep down inside, we all speak the innate language of recovery.  Truly we do, otherwise we’d have jumped off a roof long ago.

If you’ve worked the twelve steps (or are in progress of doing such) a miracle has occured. In the darkest of alone times, the moments of truth; take comfort in the idea that you KNOW who you really are.  Deep down, in the gut – the place where g.o.d. talks to you.  The spot where, during meditation times, the bright light shines like a beacon dispelling the twistedness that is our sick. Truth. Light. Yes. It’s in there.

When folks go back to the hell that is active use, they turn their back on this place. Once again believing the disease ridden lies that masquerade as our inner selves.  If a recovering person is active in their program and doing stepwork and all that malarky that is suggested … that whispering bullshit is stopped as if by a mute button.

Take time to listen. Calm, peace, meditate … be. Know that as long as you are drawing a sober/clean breath, you are on the path.  How far you go is up to you. But at least you have a damn chance when you listen to the light … that is you.  Once we are unblocked amazing things happen. And those that have the eyes to see you? Well they see beautiful.  Walk tall and realize that you too are a child of the universe; sober, clean … serene. If you choose it. It will come. Hold your head up and walk with that swagger baby. You are all about it.