Tuesday, April 9, 2024
Hitting Bottom . . . Or not
Monday, April 8, 2024
Step One
Sunday, April 7, 2024
Think! Think! Think!
Saturday, April 6, 2024
Five Suckers Tomorrow
Thursday, April 4, 2024
Reminders
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Fear Based Animals
A guy in the meeting today calls himself a "fear-based animal." I like that phrase. He also talks about the efficacy of alcohol to a fear-based alcoholic. Man, that shit worked like a charm for the longest time . . . until it didn't. But it took off that edge of fear so that I could feel relaxed. I couldn't understand how to do that all on my own. I had no spiritual solution and I had no community of like-minded folks and I had nothing but the most superficial concept of alcoholism. I was doomed to failure.
The wonderful phrase a "gift of desperation" was mentioned. What a searing turn of a phrase. At our lowest, at our most helpless stage, we were given a gift. We were so desperate to stop and get off the hellish merry-go-round, spinning faster and faster, that we were blessed with desperation. As I say so often: there are no good things and there are no bad things - there are just things. We gotta go through what we gotta go through and usually it's the nastiest pain that is our greatest salvation.
I'm constantly amazed that I can talk to people whose lives are completely out of control as they maintain that things aren't unmanageable. Your first shot was in the rough! You put your second shot in the sand trap! You whiffed twice and then lined four golf balls into the lake!!! Quit being so cheerful! This is what it's like for most of us. This total oblivian, willful oblivian, to the destruction we're causing. We're vaguely aware, deep down inside, that the whole train is off the tracks but we can't or we won't do anything about it.
Monday, April 1, 2024
Cherokee Shaman
From my Cherokee shaman: "We cannot take for granted that any other human can have accurate perception and spell things out for us. The miracles are not all in other heads, other hands, other methods. There must be a burst of inner fire that sparks a miracle, that opens a door to a greater life, a greater calm."
I like this thinking. Probably because it aligns so closely to my thinking. There's a certain amount of truth to the idea that we all need to get off our asses and quit complaining about everything that isn't going the way we want it to go. After all: It's not them - it's you. Whatever you did yesterday is probably what you're going to do today so it's going to take effort, it's going to take work, if you want to change things. It's all up to you. I'm appreciative for the help and advice I've gotten in The Fellowship but ultimately it comes down to me doing the work.
Then there's this: "Be strong, be of good courage - so much that we worry about will never happen. Put things in order, change what needs to be changed, but begin at once to count the blessings that must be told again so we will not forget."
I recall the years where I made a Worry List. Every time I felt anxiety I would write down the feeling that I was feeling and then try to decide whether the fear came from my inaction on something that needed my attention or whether I had taken all the appropriate action and just needed to wait for events to unfold. At the end of each year I would review this list and each year I would be astounded and disgusted to rediscover that almost nothing I worried about ever came true and the things that did come true were almost always outside of my sphere of influence - they were going to happen despite my best efforts to stop them.
I also mention my daily Gratitude List where I go over and over and over all of my blessings, really trying to pay attention to the words I'm saying. I'm blessed. And I'm not a naturally grateful guy. I see the possible problems and focus in on them, like the trouble-shooting technical guy that I am. I'm survived and thrived by being wary of what could go wrong. A good survival strategy but not always conducive to peace of mind.
Sunday, March 31, 2024
Oh, Brother, Pleeeeeease . . .
Thursday, March 28, 2024
Seizure Suzie
A friend of mine from The Program has been watching her daughter suffer with her alcoholism. The younger woman has been coming to the meeting on and off for a while but not marshalling her reserves sufficiently to stay sober. She came back yesterday and I had a chance to talk to her after the meeting. She had a seizure. Her heart stopped. Ambulances came and got her internals working again. "I hit my bottom," she said. Whew and wow. The lengths we go to get ready to get sober . . .
I put a lot of effort into lightening the mood in my A.A. meetings. A common reaction from new people is surprise at the levity and lightness in The Rooms. No one walking into their first meeting feels light and levitated. We skulk in, ready to join the group of silent, grumbling old men in trench coats, the residue of the paper bags that once held their Mad Dog 20/20 still stuck on the soles of their shoes. It's hard enough to keep people sober and a dour group of pissed individuals wouldn't help. This is especially hard if you're young as so much of socializing revolves around establishments that serve alcohol. Some of us tentative people never developed the skill of talking to other people without some lubricating fluids.
So it's always a shock when someone dies or nearly dies or goes to prison or OD's on fentanyl. I forget that this is a deadly serious business at its core. There were a few instances in my drinking life where I came uncomfortably close to death. Sometimes at the wheel of a car and sometimes when I mixed the wrong combination of drugs and way too much alcohol. There are no bottles of medicine that say: "Yeah, we know the dose is one tablet but you can take eight of them and wash it down with a quart of Jim Beam. Seriously - you're good. ABSOLUTELY no problem."
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Pain is Inevitable - Suffering is Not
Monday, March 25, 2024
The Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi
The story of St. Francis of Assisi has always amused me. As I understand it he was a rich kid who returned home, bereft and depressed, after living a life of dissipation and self-gratification. He spent time growing his faith until he reached a point that his teachings drew some attention, so much so that he became a celebrity. So . . . what happens? The same thing that happens to so many teachers who become famous: churches are built and edifices constructed and styles adopted that grow monstrously until the point of his message is overwhelmed by the trappings of celebrity. I was lucky enough to visit Assisi in Central Italy and . . . man . . . I was laughing. The cathedral was massive and ornate and there were trinkets and tstchokes being sold everywhere and the monks and brothers and priests were dressed to kill. We strolled into one shop stocked with robes and clothes for these people and . . . man . . . it looked like the dressing room for The Funkadelics.
"What the hell is this?" I twittered.
"It's for the monk impulse purchase," SuperK quipped.
We thought that monks were supposed to be dressed in coarse sackcloth and hair shirts. Who knew?
Francis himself grew weary of the luxury and retired to a cave-like structure outside of town for his remaining years. I'm amazed that you rarely hear religious figures bring up all of the times Jeebus downplays the worth of stuff. People don't want to hear that they should give away all they own and follow the Master. They don't care in principle for the story of the Master deflecting criticism of the poor widow who drops a mite into the offering box while the wealthy ostentatiously giving large sums - sums that are nothing to them while the widow is giving all she had. The parable that suggests that the rich man has as much chance of getting into heaven as a camel has getting through the eye of a needle. This is all in the Bible, folks, but it doesn't play well in your average suburban church. They prefer the Gospel of Prosperity which - in case I'm mistaken - is nowhere to be found in the texts.
Here's the famous prayer of St. Francis of Assisi:
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace: where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
Now, c'mon, that pray kicks ass. I'm done with the rote memorization of prayers of my youth where I repeated words and phrases mechanically without any consideration of their meaning. The content of many prayers are fine - it's my inattention to the content that is lacking. I will say that in my Quiet Time prayers I do ask each day that I try to understand and to love with no regard for my own well-being. For some reason I canNOT remember the consoling part. There are three things to remember and I can only get two of them. In my defense they're the best two parts unless you need consoling. Obviously.
Sunday, March 24, 2024
Seaweed: Hypocrite
Hypocrisy: The practice of claiming to having moral standards or beliefs to which one's own conduct does not conform; a pretense of having a virtuous character, morals or religious beliefs or principles, that one does not really possess.
I crossed paths on my beach walk yesterday with a man I know from The Program who offends me on several levels. I say this without irony and with the assurance that he doesn't care one bit about what I think. Often, I'll point to my ear buds and give him a fist bump as we pass because I simply don't want to talk to him, to possibly listen to a jeremiad about the downfall of society. But the thing is he's aware of his own defects, more or less, and he stays true to his beliefs. He also laughs at himself easily. I like people who don't take themselves seriously. Often I'd rather talk to someone I don't care for who is genuine than someone I like who pours forth sanctimony.
Saturday, March 23, 2024
Abuela
Thursday, March 21, 2024
Cherokee Wisdom
Wednesday, March 20, 2024
X-Treme Wisdom!
Monday, March 18, 2024
Gratitude List, For Real
Here's my daily Gratitude List. I say this every morning and I try to pay attention when I say it. I try to think closely about these items. I try not to think about other things and I try to really consider the implications of what's on the list. As I've said many times: I'm not a naturally grateful person so I've had to work at developing gratitude. Work at it. My progress has often been slow. It's hard to internalize gratitude when you're not prone to be grateful. So many things in life can be improved with the saying "Fake it until you make it." For the longest time I pretended to be grateful, I acted as if I was grateful even when I wasn't, until it became part of the natural rhythm of my thinking. I was grateful and not just pretending to be grateful. As I've also said many times: those of us who see threats and problems are pretty good at surviving what can be a tricky existence so this wariness and skepticism has kept me alive and fed and protected while those idiots always looking on the bright side of things blissfully stumble into a running buzz saw.
I'm grateful that I'm healthy. Relatively healthy. I'm 67 so there are aches and pains and earlier bedtimes and longer naps but I don't have any cancers or weird afflictions or syndromes and no family history of dementia or diabetes or any other serious disease. Now, I take good care of myself by eating right and exercising and getting enough rest and maintaining an active social life - all good things but no guarantee of a long life.
I'm grateful SuperK is healthy for all the same reasons. No one wants to take care of an ailing spouse. Both of us would and may have to some day but we're both trying to minimize the possibility.
I'm grateful for my marriage. 35 years coming up. That's a long time. I'm grateful to be paired with a woman I love but - maybe even as importantly - with a woman I like. I love a lot of people. I'm good at loving people. But I'm not nearly as good at liking people. It's a blessings to enjoy someone's company and to have a similar view of the world, what's interesting and what's not.
I'm grateful for all the people who were involved in my upbringing - my parents especially. I can bitch and moan about how I didn't get what I really needed, how they failed me, but I turned out okay. They couldn't have been that defective and who really has any idea how to raise children? There's no manual. You can't rehearse. The product varies wildly. It was pointed out by a wiser head who had tired of my complaining about what I didn't get from my family: "Can you imagine what a nightmare it must have been trying to raise a walking, talking train-wreck bullshit machine such as yourself?" You know . . . fair enough and good point.
I'm grateful for all the friends I've had/still have in my life, friends who contribute so much to the richness of my existence. Friends that I've known since I was a boy; close friends with whom I've lost touch and close friends I've become reacquainted with; new friends, fresh friends; friends that I used to admire but no longer do and some that used to get on my last nerve that I'm still close with; and that huge, huge group of people who naturally cycle in and out of our lives. So is live. My love is big and wide-ranging. It's not one size or one type or one intensity. It runs hot and it runs cold. But it's still my love.
Finally, at the end and almost as an afterthought, I ponder my carnal, material blessings. I have a nice, comfortable house that I own. While it's not the nicest house I ever lived in it's a damn nice, comfortable house and it faces South so it soaks up all the beautiful SoCal sunshine. I have two nice cars and they're both paid for. I really like cars so I was constantly saving up to buy the one that was just a tiny bit faster than the one I was driving but I finally have a car that I can't in good conscience replace. It has been dependable and has no miles on it and I love to drive it. And then, after years of living on the edge of financial distress, worrying about making enough money to keep me in quarts of Colt 45, good weed, and cigarettes, I have some money in the bank. I don't worry about money. I would love to have more money than I have, of course, but I could get by on less than I'm spending now. I have always loved the fact that when the topic of gratitude comes up in a meeting Stuff is always pretty far down the list.
Friday, March 15, 2024
You Were A Jerk
We can only make ourselves better. Regardless of how we have been conditioned to think, we know right from wrong. It's innate and it speaks loudly. If we want to hear it we will. If we want to ignore it we'll ignore it. The official psychological term for this is the "Don't Be An Asshole Today Effect." I didn't need to come to Alcoholics Anonymous and work The Steps and start a daily meditation practice to understand the difference between good behavior, kind behavior and being a jerk. For many years I would occasionally turn to SuperK when I suspected I had just acted poorly - or not as good as I could have - and inquire after my behavior. "You were a jerk" she would say from time to time. If I tried to defend myself or ask her to expound on why or how I had been a jerk she'd reply: "You know what a jerk is." This wasn't delivered unkindly or harshly but rather matter of factly. The reason I was asking was that I knew I hadn't behaved well.
More meditation musings . . . One of the toughest lessons I had to learn vis-a-vis meditation was how to deal with unpleasant thoughts and emotions. I preferred to try to "think of something good" so I was missing the whole point of meditation. Negative thoughts can be some of the most profitable experiences a meditator can face if only we can work through them. When things are going my way I don't learn shit - I order something from Amazon or drink another cup of coffee. When my back is against the wall I grow. I needed (and still need) to observe them calmly and clearly. I need to look at them mindfully. After a while they lose their hold on me. This is a kind of self-discipline I was unfamiliar with. This is self-discipline that allows me to see through all of the hollow shouting of my own impulses and learn that they have no power over me. It's all a show, a deception. My impulses scream and bluster at me, they cajole, they coax, they threaten, but in reality they have no power at all. If I try to suppress a negative emotion then it gets bigger and badder and more powerful. I have tried to learn the lesson of just watching this stuff as it comes up - restlessness, anxiety, impatience, pain - and not letting myself get involved.
It brings to mind the phenomenon of listening irritably to a crying baby on a plane when I'm trying to get some sleep. The best technique I've found is to actively listen to the squalling. After a while my mind becomes acclimated to the noise; it gets bored and I doze off. Conversely, when I try to actively ignore the noise I listen to the ebb and flow, the rising and falling of the racket, the tone and timber and pace, and the pauses. The pauses are the worst. That's when I sit there and try to anticipate the next shriek.
Thursday, March 14, 2024
Bat-Shit Crazy and I'm Not Talking About Me For Once
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Make Haste Slowly
"Can you see the wind? Can you see the fragrance of flowers floating on the breezes? Can you see thought or what it is that changes a tree from bare limbs and brown leaves to lush green? Can you see love or joy or peace? We can only see evidence of these invisible things, and it's enough to make us know they exist. The substance of life is so evident, so real and beautiful. Why is it that we ever question the existence of our Creator, who set all things in motion?"
Make haste slowly. Don't overdo it. Don't underdo it. What you expect in your meditation practice is what you are most likely to get. Your practice will therefore go best when you are looking forward to sitting. If you sit down expecting grinding drudgery, that is probably what will occur. Make it reasonable. Make it fit with the rest of your life. While this musing concerns my meditation practice it sure applies to everything else as well.
"One more step, one more effort may be all that is needed. It would amaze us if we knew how close we are to stepping past an old barrier - and it would shake us to know how close we came to quitting." Cherokee Proverb
I've always been sort of a dog whisperer. I get down on the ground so I'm at dog level and I talk human/dog words to the dogs. They almost always come around, eventually, even the skittish ones. My favorite dog lives next door, a rescue dog who spent two years on the streets of Mexico City. This dog loves me in a way that I can scarcely comprehend. This dog sits on the porch and watches my house until I come out and pay her some attention. This dog is always, always thrilled to see me, holds no grudges, forgets all slights. Fair disclosure: I do give this dog a carrot so maybe all I'm doing is bribing this dog. Who cares? There's another, different dog that grabs his leash and holds it in his mouth as soon as he sees me. A dog I see at the beach, a very skittish dog, barked at me at first. Then he starting darting in to give me little nips on my hands. Now he comes over and lets me pet him. Who cares but me? I just don't think animals like that don't have a divine purpose or place.
"There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments, and cannot fail to leave a man in everlasting ignorance - that principle is contempt prior to investigation." Herbert Spencer . . . maybe . . . or firstly William Paley.
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Statue of Limitations
"Parents teach only what they know to teach. But we are not set forever in one direction. We reach an age when we must teach ourselves. We learn to forgive and to understand that when we get to the fork in the road we'll know the right way. If our self-esteem has been damaged, feeding it more pity and more ill-treatment is not healing it."
The statute of limitations on blaming your parents for anything is 30. I will admit that at one point I thought the phrase was "statue of limitations." Like there's a statue somewhere of a mythological being called Limitations. There are statues of Beauty and Wisdom and Youth so I just figured somewhere someone thought Limitations needed its own statue. Not sure what it would look like. Maybe it would half-finished.
"Remember that when you do anything, there will be someone that will find fault, no matter what you do. The pleasure of an unhappy person is to find something wrong in others to salve his own discontent. We all try to understand our differences of opinion, to care what effect we cause in other people. But the bane of anyone's existence is ignorance of our own faults. So what we find wrong in others may be a reflection of our own wrongs."
I was asked to lead the meeting this morning so I read from Step Eleven in the 12&12: "There is a direct linkage among self-examination, meditation, and prayer. Taken separately, these practices can bring much relief and benefit. But when they are logically related and interwoven, the result is an unshakable foundation for life." I believe that prayer - talking, basically, a talent at which most alcoholics excel - is developed early in our recovery and that we're hammered into submission by sponsors and old-timers to quit looking for solutions to our problems outside of our own selves and to relentlessly, relentlessly examine our insides to see how we can improve ourselves. After all, the outside world is just fine and none of our business - the inside world is where we need to focus.
Meditation is a little trickier. We want to know exactly how to do it and how to measure our progress. We want to be excellent meditators and we want to get it over with. It's not a Fourth Step. It's not an amend. It's not competitive meditation. It's a part of Step Eleven - one of the three maintenance Steps - which can be started immediately and should be started immediately. Here's the Book again: "Meditation is something that can always be further developed. It has no boundaries, either of width or height. Aided by such instruction and example as we can find, it is essentially an individual adventure, something which each one of us works out in his own way." There's a lot of slop room there. We can also get better at it as time passes and we practice continually. It's an individual exercise that has no right or wrong way. And - I love how Alcoholics Anonymous repeatedly reminds us to tap into help outside of The Rooms - we're encouraged to use whatever resources we can uncover.
Saturday, March 9, 2024
Worry Redux
Worry: Give way to anxiety or unease; allow one's mind to dwell on difficulties or troubles.
The meditation experience is not a competition. There is a definite goal but there is no need to rush. The purpose of meditation is not to deal with problems so problem-solving is a fringe benefit and should be regarded as such. Don't think about your problems while you're meditating! Push them aside very gently. Don't shove them aside as if you're trying to catch a foul ball at a major league baseball game. But take a break from all of that worrying and planning. Repeating myself here: For several years I jotted down whatever worry was intruding at the moment into my peace. At the end of the year I reread this list and what a load of crap. I worried about the most implausible things and when I couldn't hork up anything implausible I returned over and over to the same tried and true worries that are always going to be part of the human condition. Almost none of the crap that I worried about came true and when it did I was able to handle it calmly and with dignity.
Friday, March 8, 2024
Thinking About Thinking
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Go Quiet
Tuesday, March 5, 2024
Decision Fatigue
There is a psychological construct called Decision Fatigue which occurs after people have made a number of decisions in a short period of time. Subsequent decisions may not be in the person's best interests because we're just tire of making decisions. Marketing people know this and they exploit it by upselling customers to more expensive hotel rooms or rental cars or additional warranties. We're exhausted from making decisions so we tend to make quick decisions to get the whole process over with. Isn't this just another version of Restraint of Tongue and Pen? When I'm tired I delay. It's amazing how often a perfectly logical response pops into my head if I let it percolate for a few hours.
I'm in a good spot right now. I'm flowing along with my life in good way. I like the river analogy - if I sit for an hour and watch a river flow by I'm simultaneously seeing an unchanging tableau of water even though from moment to moment the water is changing. I have a group of people in my life right now and I'm enjoying their company. I'm not hanging onto all of the people I've known in the past while valuing and profiting from these relationships. It comes and it goes. Quick hanging on to that spot of water in the river - it's gone and new ones are coming. And just as importantly I've really been leaning into this state of mind where I don't care what anyone thinks of me. I'm free to be me, with all of the agony and the ecstasy that entails. I'm letting it rip.
Focusing on my breath when I meditate is like sawing a piece of wood - I'm not going to cut a straight line if I watch the blade go up and down, back and forth. I'm going to throw up so I pay attention to the spot where the blade meets the wood.
Fair disclosure: I don't own a saw. SuperK won't let me anywhere near a portable device made of sharpened steel. She knows nothing good can come from that.
Sunday, March 3, 2024
The Smirk
"The mind does not stay all the time with the feeling of breath. It goes to sounds, memories, emotions, perceptions, consciousness, and mental formations as well. As they fade away, we let our mind return to the breath which is the home base the mind can return to from quick or long journeys to various states of mind and body. We must remember that all these mental journeys are made within the mind itself. Every time the mind returns to the breath, it comes back with a deeper insight into impermanence, unsatisfactoriness, and selflessness. The mind becomes more insightful from the impartial and unbiased watching of these occurrences. Thought is an inherently complicated procedure. By that we mean that we become trapped, wrapped up, and stuck in the thought chain. One thought leads to another which leads to another, and another, and another, and so on. There is a difference between being aware of a thought and thinking a thought."
I try to remember that my progression from bad to better behavior followed the path of actions, words, thoughts, and then, haltingly, on to the most difficult vector: true spiritual acceptance. Don't act like a jerk; don't talk like a jerk; quit thinking murderous or unkind thoughts; and then, hopefully, get to a point or get near a point or get on a path going to a point so far away that you still can't see it where spiritual kindness is a part of who I am. Hard to do. Never. Going. To Get There.
At the meeting yesterday a woman I like kicked us off and I was sitting next to a woman I really like. At one point a third woman asked to share. She is remarkably boring; she almost always shares, adding tons of unnecessary details and blowing right through our three minute timer; and her voice has a droning, somnolent tone and cadence to it. I can almost never listen to what she is saying. I can't remember one time where I was impressed and inspired by what she has said. As she started to speak the leader turned to the woman next to me and kind of smirked. While I got it - I was so right there with her - it demonstrated to me that oh, so elusive fourth stage of acceptance, the one where my mind doesn't go to the smirk.
Never. Going. To Get There.
Saturday, March 2, 2024
Picayune Questions
Here's the latest on the guy I don't like who insists on walking with me . . .
Really, he's okay and it's not that I don't like him - rather it's more of a case that I find him a little boring and if I'm given the choice between being with people or being alone I would almost always choose the quiet solitude option. We've reached a detente on our walks - if he stops and talks with someone . . . I mean, when he stops and talks with someone . . . I continue walking, maybe making a couple of loops before heading on my way. This is my exercise so if he wants to chat he can stop and chat. Actually, the other day he left me hanging and apologized for leaving me hanging: "I should have said goodbye."
I've noticed that although he has shown a ton of growth in his seven years of sobriety he has a tendency to talk about other people in a disparaging, less than complimentary way and behind their backs. He's given me the latest on one of our members who has been renting a room in his house, intimating that the guy is drinking, a possibility not confirmed by the tenant. He talks a lot about a homeless man who just sits on the curb all day across the street from his residence (making me wonder how he knows this as it would seem to suggest that he's sitting there watching the guy sitting there). And today he pointed out the house where another one of our members lived with the intimation that he isn't convinced she's staying sober. The Book tells us that we shouldn't ever intimate that someone is drinking - it should always be left up to the member in question to make any statements about their behavior.
I've been noncommittal when this happens save for the occasional bromide about everyone doing the best they can and never knowing what might be going on in someone else's life that might help explain their behavior. Today he waved me over as I passed him sitting at an outdoor table in a restaurant and complained in great detail about the rudeness of the waiter who was not explaining in enough detail all of his questions about the menu. All of his picayune questions about the menu. A lot of picayune questions. A lot of unimportant, picayune questions about the menu. The guy is having a fucking continental breakfast, for god's sake, how important is the exact composition of the fresh fruit on top of the yogurt. It'll be a surprise, for god's sake. I may have to say something next time he does this. When someone is making a simple situation complicated it's hard for me to listen to the whining. We really do create most of our own problems and if we aren't creating we're making little irritations into bigger ones with all of our nitpicking. He reminded me of a garrulous old man bitching about the shape of the world today.
I'm telling you I'm always learning new stuff.
Thursday, February 29, 2024
Self-Righteous and Sure About It
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
Momentary Concentration
Tuesday, February 27, 2024
Nearsighted Monkeys
The topic today was an examination of how helpful meditation can be in tempering the alcoholic's "it's not enough, it's never enough" syndrome. To be, to be . . . NO! Do something! Be productive, you lazy ass.
Too many of us are descendents of restless, never-satisfied explorer types escaping persecution and by "persecution" I mean "anyone telling us what to do." It's no wonder we're restless people. We get a lot of shit done but feel bad about it. All of this falls under the It's No Wonder I Drank heading.
There are no nearsighted monkeys in nature. We know this weird fact because it's possible to measure the ocular acuity of animals without a response. There are instruments that can measure that. So when you see your eye doctor don't lie because he or she knows. You know why there are no blind monkeys? They miss the trees.
Part of traveling is to see the amazing sights and part of traveling is to stumble into the unexpected. Sometimes the amazing sights are jammed with tourists and unremarkable but then again to gain the reputation of amazing sometimes they really are amazing. You'll never know until you give it a shot. But it's the serendipitous discoveries that make me the happiest. I find that the places I visit with the lowest expectations often end up being my favorite places. They're not weighted down with all of my demands.
I tire of people quickly in part because I'm so fully engaged when I'm with them. I tend to have very intense relationships that come and go. There's this tension between the routine, the expected, and the excitement of newness.
Sunday, February 25, 2024
The Great Holy Spirit
"There is wisdom in the words, 'Having done all, stand.' Do what can be done, build faith, know there is a Great Holy Spirit that knows even the very smallest thing we need. Having done all, stand, and refuse to be drawn back into a place of no peace." Chief Luther Standing Bear
Doesn't this sound remarkably like a pithy version of The Serenity Prayer?"he t on my own."
The Thrill Is Gone
Saturday, February 24, 2024
Marriage
I always include gratitude for my marriage in my morning meditation. Love is a big part of it but, honestly, day to day, it's the Like that's incredibly meaningful. I can love people that I don't like but if I don't like someone or don't find them interesting or have much in common with them then that's a big pain in the ass.
I spoke on the phone with a friend who has been married a long time. His relationship with his wife has turned into more of a business relationship that centers around raising their two children than what I would consider a satisying marriage. The next day I had lunch with a sponsee who is mired in a relationship with a woman who has some pretty significant emotional problems or hang-ups, at least, that makes his day to day life sound pretty miserable, but he has a small son to consider. I don't think I have much to offer in the way of advice generally but when it comes to long-term relationships I've taken a vow of silence. The complexity of these relationships is far beyond my ability to decipher and far, far beyond my ability to correct. I'm continually amazed that people who I see as oil and water thrive and prosper while people who seem perfect for each other end up in a venomous mess.
It's my opinion that relationships - especially long term relationships - require adjustments from time to time. I try to change as I grow older and so does SuperK so we're going to grow and change in ways that may be divergent. It's important for us to nudge each other back onto a common path lest we find ourselves far apart and unaware of how it happened because the changes have been so small and so intermittent.
I paper-clipped a scrap of paper to my suit jacket this morning that said "Mr. Stephen E. Seaweed." 80% of the people at the meeting ignored it and those that didn't generally asked if it was there because I had forgotten my name.
OK, that was pretty funny.
I wonder if part of the reason I tire of people so easily is that I'm so fully involved when I'm dealing with them? Nah, probably not. Actually I'm one of those people who can drift off into some irrelevant thinking when they're standing right in front of me. That doesn't sound too engaged, does it?
Friday, February 23, 2024
Gorillas and Gold Watch Chains and Ebony Combs
"We are tempted at every turn to give in to things that aren't good for us. Numerous tangible things and acts run through our minds to delight and lure us away from our good intentions, but none as powerful as that first thought, that subtle invitation to give in. It is always the first step, the first word, the first taste that leads us like the pipes of Pan." Seattle (the Duwamish Indian chief of Western Washington state, not the city. The city isn't saying anything audible). (Ed. Note: I do not know what the pipes of Pan have to do with this quip as that is from an ancient Greek or maybe Roman allegory. Seattle and Pan in one quote, it's too much, man.)
I find that when I start a behavior that I don't much care for then I'm off to the races. One coffee leads to three and a couple of Oreos leads to an empty Oreos bag. Here's an alcoholic counting to a hundred: "One, two, three, one hundred." It goes that fast. Seattle was reminding us allegorically not to pick up that first drink. Wisdom is wisdom. A.A. wisdom is wisdom gleaned from dozens of sources that have been around for a long time.
And here's a 19th century counterpart to the saying that warns us to be careful what we wish for because we might get it from the writer O. Henry, although this one has a sweet turn of events. An impoverished young married couple was getting ready to celebrate their first Christmas together. The only valuable thing they owned was a gold watch that the husband's father had passed along from his father, but it was without a chain so that he carried it around with a piece of string to secure it to his belt. And the woman had beautiful, glorious red hair that was a source of pride for both of them. Contemplating her meager savings and full of love for her husband she went to a wigmaker and sold her hair for enough money to buy a gold watch chain. The man came home, took one look at her, and said: "You cut off your hair." When she gave him the chain he looked at it bemusedly and handed over her Christmas gift. A set of ornate ebony combs to wear in her glorious hair.
SuperK and I were taking a walk when we ran into a guy I briefly sponsored who has since moved on to other meetings. I had turned to SuperK to try to explain the exact specifics of whatever shit I had recently given him when she saw him nudge his wife and say: "This is the guy." If I love you I'm going to bust your chops.
Gorillas have no known predators. They aren't afraid of being attacked by anything. They're so confident they just sleep on the ground. But they are afraid of caterpillars and some small reptiles like chameleons. Go figure.
Thursday, February 22, 2024
There I Go Again, Again
I heard the greatest all-time Alcoholics Anonymous Freudian slip in the meeting today. The phrase "a psychic change" occurs three times in our literature, all of them in The Doctor's Opinion. The dude speaking substituted "psychedelic" in place of "psychic." As in, "we've had a psychedelic change." There was a great deal of laughter and it was universal today. No one did not think that was funny and I'm going to ABUSE that poor man over that misspeak.
To go along with my ongoing screed about not giving advice I'm moved to repeat a few more Musts and Do Nots.
I never yell at anyone. I never tell anyone they're screwing up. We know when we're screwing up and nobody needs to have it pointed out in a tone of condemnation, especially with a group of people who are remarkably hard on themselves already.
No one is thinking about me. NO ONE! No one is doing anything to me. They're not planning and scheming to do things that cause me harm or discomfort. Self-propulsion ("Most people live by self-propulsion" saith The Big Book) is the M.O. of most people. They're deciding to do something or not to do something only after considering how they'll be personally affected. Now, there is a hyperbole alert going off but I personally always default to the position of not being the target of anyone else's behavior.
Having someone correct me or contradict me privately, in a group of people, or in front of everyone during a meeting bothers me not at all. Have at it. On occasion I take what they say as constructive criticisim given in good faith and can apply it to bettering myself or ignoring it, as the case may be or maybe I should say as the mood strikes me. Mostly, I don't care what anyone thinks of me and the payoff for this arrogance is that's awfully hard to get under my skin. Love me, hate me, just think about me. A motto for right living that one.
After the meeting began a new woman who I just me came in and sat in the outer row, Relapse Row. She began collecting her things afterwards so - being the self-apointed No One Gets Out of Here Without Checking In guy - I went over and said hello and asked how she was doing. "Not so good," she said and then proceeded to start talking about some interpersonal drama she had going on and that it was acute enough emotionally that she drank yesterday. As she was speaking her eyes welled up with tears that began spilling down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. I was touched and moved and amazed that she could keep talking while this was happening. This wasn't dramatic weeping and wailing and knashing of teeth crying, feel-sorry-for-me crying - these were tears of pure misery, pure emotional misery. I gave her a quick hug but mostly just stood there attentively while she talked. SuperK said that often women are so grateful that someone is listening to them that it really opens up the tear ducts. I waved a couple of women over to chime in and reminded her that if you want to get two days you've got to get one first. A good reminder as to what lies in wait for me out there if I ever decide to drink again.
It doesn't look good.
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
There I Go Again
"It takes 20 years to become an overnight success." Anonymous
Mindfulness practice to me is being 100% honest with myself. When I meditate I try to watch my own mind - as horrifying as that can be at times because of all the really scary stuff in there - and I always notice certain things that I find unpleasant. What do I do? I try to reject them, get rid of 'em, get them outta there. I don't like to detach myself from loved ones and I don't like unloved ones attaching themselves to me. I don't like what naturally happens to all of us - growing old, becoming sick, slowing down, showing my age, because of a great and shallow desire to preserve my appearance. A distant cousin of mine saw a picture of me recently and exclaimed: "Grandpa Paul!" I know I look like the guy but sheesh. C'mon. I don't like anyone pointing out my faults because I take great pride in the fact that I have no faults at all and if I did they'd be well hidden and not detectable. I don't like for anyone to be wiser than me.
When I'm in a hate-everyone-and-everything state of mind I have to remember that the mothisre power I give people, places, and things the more miserable I become. And I have to include the opinions, ideas, beliefs, and decisions of others in there, too. When I'm unhappy or discontented then I need to use mindfulness to track down the roots of my malaise because those roots are within me. If I'm content in my own mind no one can upset me because then I don't give a shit what they think of me. I can listen to someone point out my faults, calmly, because, boy, it's a lot easier seeing your defects than paying attention to mine. I have blind spots. We all do. So I try to take criticism of my faults and shortcomings as a hidden treasure, an opening of a door to becoming a better person, for it's only by becoming aware of my faults that I can start to correct them and I can do this while overlooking the fact that the person pointing a finger has faults as well. I have to step away from the finger-pointing that I love so much: "Yeah, sure, I'm an asshole but you're a huge asshole" or "okay, I did that but you did this."
To repeat myself for the thousandth time: I never give advice because I don't know what's best for you. I never criticize because virtually everyone I know is too hard on themselves as it is. I'll tell you what I did and how that worked out for me; I've read the literature dozens and dozens of times so I can tell you pretty accurately what's found in there; and I'll encourage you to talk to many, many people because you're going to hear many, many opinions and one of them is going to be right for you.
When greed, hatred, and ignorance reveal themselves to me I try to track them down and comprehend their roots. Quit reacting! I never make good decisions when I'm reacting quickly.
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Fibonacci Sequence
I have come to believe . . . no, embrace . . . that I have no fucking idea how anyone else should live their life. I believe we're all geared for and prepped for and intuitively/intrinsically suited for all manner of stuff. It sounds childish to me to have to say that but I've really gained a great understanding at how varied people are and how I have no clue what's best for anyone. One of my great A.A. truths is that I never give advice, ever, even when someone asks for my advice because really what they want is for me to validate whatever they're doing. I tell people what I did; I ask them questions that might help them gain new insights into their motivations; I can quote A.A. literature and provide info in some of the spiritual texts I've read; and then I end the discussion with some form of "I'm sure you'll figure it out" or maybe "I can't wait to see what happens." Why am I suited to marriage? Fuck if I know. Do I regret not having children? Only in the most peripheral, abstract way. Should I have finished optometry school? Do. Not. Know.
Monday, February 19, 2024
Alcoholics Anonymous Eponymous
Saturday, February 17, 2024
Rules and Ringing and Beer in the Sun
Rules. Most people hate rules but alcoholics really hate rules. This is why we have twelve suggested Steps. You can do 'em or you can not do 'em, no skin off our noses.
The symptoms of tinnitus can vary significantly from person to person. You may hear phantom sounds in one ear, in both ears, and in your head. The phantom sound may ring, buzz, roar, whistle, hum, click, hiss, or squeal. The sound may be soft or loud and may be low or high pitched. It may come and go or be present all the time.
A repeat: SuperK and I sat down for lunch on a sun-drenched terrace overlooking a valley in a tiny, tiny village in Northern Spain after a long, satisfying hike. We were tired and happy and thoroughly enchanted with the whole process of ordering as best we could using a Spanish-only menu from a woman who spoke about as much English as we spoke Spanish. We were unsure what we were going to get and we didn't care at all. Sitting between us and the balustrade was a young man. On his table was a half-finished beer in a clear glass, sparkling in the sun. He smoked for a while and looked at his phone before taking one final pull on the beer. There was beer left in the glass. I looked on, amazed and horrified, as he stood up and left. The beer sparkled on. This being Spain the waitress was in no hurry to clear the tables so that beer just sat there, glowing, as the minutes dragged by. I felt like running over, picking it up, and chasing down the man who left it there. It seemed as if all of the energy of the sun was focusing more and more on this glass, as if God itself was blessing those dregs.
Came outta nowhere. This is how I know I'm still a recovering alcoholic.
Friday, February 16, 2024
Holy Man!
Never say you aren't important. You're not just important - you're essential. You have a definite purpose and it's a sacred responsibility.
Here are my suggestions for meditation:
1. Don't expect anything.
2. Don't strain. You're not working out. This isn't a project. There's no such thing as Competitive Meditation.
3. Don't rush. There's no hurry. There's no place to get to and if there was you'd never get there, anyway.
4. Don't cling to anything and don't expect anything. You're going to be disappointed.
5. Let go. (Where have I heard this before?)
6. Accept everything that arises. There's no rule book here. This is your meditation. If you're meditating you're doing a great job. There's no bad meditation. There's meditation, period.
7. Give yourself a break. Almost no one meditates so you're a star if you're making an effort. Even people who have been meditating for years think they suck at it. You've made an improvement even when a thought intrudes on every breath you take.
8. Question everything. Take nothing for granted. Don't believe anything anyone says without investigating it yourself. Even if it comes from some pious holy man. Especially some pious holy man. There are plenty of holy men who are self-serving, self-seeking dumb asses.
9. View all "problems" as challenges. Remember AFGO. Another (ahem) Goshdarned Growth Opportunity. Quit sorting things into Good and Bad. Try looking at them as Pleasant and Painful. Here's a news flash for all the other emotional six year olds out there - you're not getting everything you want and you're going to have to suffer from time to time, like all of us.
10. Don't think. Don't ponder. There's nothing to figure out. There's nothing that's good or bad. It's just stuff. It's just shit. Watch it float by.
Thursday, February 15, 2024
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
I find it salutary sometimes to plug into a guided meditation, particularly first thing in the morning when my brain is juttering left and right, up and down, here and there and everywhere. I have a meditation app on my phone that I use. I'm careful not to buy into the messages too deeply because, really, who are these people? They're people who think they're wise and smart enough to upload a guided meditation onto a free app. Some of them have been very helpful to me. I'm sure some of them are completely selfless, only wanting to help . . . while making a little coin with a subscription. And I'm sure some of them are full of crap. If I ever decide to upload a Seaweed Meditation I'd make it a fantasy of sarcastic suggestions.
For instance today I listened to a guided meditation called The Course of Miracles. Maybe. Maybe it was called something else. Fuck do I know? The woman had a pleasant voice, calm and measured, as she prepped me for the meat of the meditation which was repeating a mantra 108 times and I'm not making that up. 108? That's the most random number ever and I have no idea how she kept track of how many chants she had gotten through. Was she counting? Maybe she hires someone to sit there and count for her. Maybe she has one of those little clickers that baseball umpires use to keep track of balls and strikes. I don't see how she could pay attention to the chanting sounds while simultaneously counting. What if she falls short or goes over? 100 bottles of beer on the wall, 100 bottles of beer!
(OK, I found this: "The renowned mathematicians of Vedic culture viewed 108 as a number of the wholeness of existence. This number also connects the sun, moon, and earth. The average distance of the sun and moon to earth is 108 times their respective diameter." I mean, can you believe this shit? You still don't believe that there isn't some weirdo higher power controlling things? You think these two numbers are just cosmic coincidences, spun up out of nowhere? I feel sorry for you.)
Her voice was pleasant. She repeated the mantra as sort of a dyptich: first she chanted without inflection and then her voice rose on the third sound. To me it sounded as if she was saying: "Numb your hiding gecko" although the gecko might have been "holy" or "holding." If the gecko was hiding that seems a reasonable thing for a gecko to do. Maybe it was indeed holy although I wouldn't associated geckos with spiritual power or greatness. The holding is more sinister - could our mantric gecko have been holding drugs? I don't know. I do know that it can be helpful to concentrate on a regular sound or to repeat a regular prayer. Sometimes The Serenity Prayer or a chant can force me to listen to the words or sounds and clear a channel choked with fear and self-seeking to my Higher Power. Nonetheless, I can still find my thoughts drifting off even while I'm listening to the sounds or even when I'm saying the words, for chrissake, and I can even think about something else when I'm reading something out loud. My capacity to indulge my wandering mind is limitless.
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo is what the woman was actually chanting. First of all, I couldn't remember those sounds if I had as many lifetimes as there are stars in the sky. Secondly, I can't remember what my second point is. I will, God bless Google, reveal that this phrase can be translated as "Devotion to the Mystic Law of the Lotus Sutra." Whew.
More from Google: "The unique teaching of the Lotus Sutra and its ultimate goal - indeed of Buddhism as a whole - it to enlighten all people; to relieve them of their suffering and enable them to experience genuine happiness, thereby establishing a society that values peace and the dignity of life."
Whew, again.