The Vulture’s Tale

August 3, 2017August 2, 2017 / Tim / Leave a comment

Things happen. Sometimes we say it’s for a reason, sometimes we say it is serendipity, sometimes we say it’s a message from on high. I have my own thoughts about this. Regardless of what you or I might think about this, it happened.

I was sitting at a meeting, somewhat distracted and I happened to look outside. The building is a “rancho”, a roofed structure supported by poles and basically open on the sides. There’s an incredible view of the jungle from here and, although hidden by the trees, the ocean is less than a kilometer away. There are always birds, butterflies and monkeys in the area and often iguanas racing across the roof of the building, scratching the tin as they go. Dogs and roosters often wander by and into the building.

As I said, I was distracted, not paying attention to whatever was going on in the meeting when I saw a vulture land upon the dead branch of a tree less than 50 meters away. Not an uncommon sight here. Vultures are always gliding around, soaring on the winds sniffing out their next meal, and sometimes stopping and resting, often in the same tree.

This time, something different happened to the vulture. A few seconds after he lit upon it, the branch broke! As I said it was a dead branch. Its bark had fallen away and the termites or ants must have weakened it to the point of barely supporting its own weight. The remaining structure couldn’t support the creature’s added weight.

Branch and vulture began their fall. Then with a flurry of black feathers and flap of wings, the vulture took flight and let go of the branch. It fell to the jungle floor and the vulture flew off to soar again and find another place to rest and await its next meal.

There really is nothing overly significant to what I witnessed. A bird landed on a branch, it broke, the bird let go and flew off. Probably not the first time it happened either. What struck me as significant is that the bird let go. I was reminded of the many times I held onto thoughts, ideas, principles and opinions long after they were viable, believable or tenable. I hung onto the branch and let it pull me down. Had I let go of it, I too could have flown off to find other branches to rest upon. How often do I hang onto friendships, jobs, beliefs or habits that are holding me back, pulling me down and preventing me from reaching my potential? Why do I cling to a relationship that is decaying and that is weighing me and pulling me down? Yes, perhaps at one time, these thoughts, ideas, dogmas had vibrancy and life, but no longer. I must learn to recognize that it is over. I may have sat on that same branch many times and it held my weight. But no longer, that branch is going down and will take me with it if I don’t let go. Let go. Surrender. Trust. All these are part of my process of change in recovery.

I’m no different than most, I don’t really like to change. I’d prefer to hang onto what I know and what I think works. But the truth here is that things come to an end I must let go lest I lose myself in the process. Vultures are regarded in many cultures as sacred emissaries to the gods: gold and jade amulets are often found with their images. My Higher Power speaks to me in many manners, and it usually isn’t a burning bush or being struck down off my ass by a bolt of lightning. What I need to learn is set before me to take in, or not. This may have been nothing more than some footage for Animal Planet for some, or perhaps a hint to go on a diet. For me, it was a lesson taught by the humble vulture and it has made a significant impact on my thoughts.

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Live One Day at a Time

July 31, 2017July 30, 2017 / Tim / Leave a comment

When we first start our journey in a twelve step program we are told a whole lot of things. There’s a whole new language of recovery that is very foreign to us: steps, traditions, sponsors, slips and promises are but a few of the terms that have whole new meanings in the program. I was having trouble concentrating on what was happening around me at a meeting; a lot of what was said passed way over my head. The residual effects of the chemicals in my brain probably didn’t help. However, I latched onto the slogans. Here were short sound-bites that I could grasp and understand. This one, ‘Live one day at a time,’ or ‘Take it one day at a time,’ was probably the first that I could grasp onto.

When I started my journey, I had been living my life either as a remorseful mess because of what I had or should have done yesterday, or I was on the other end of the spectrum, fearful of what might happen to me tomorrow. To be honest, when I first came in I didn’t have any desire to quit. I just wanted to be taught how to control myself. I wanted to get my head straightened out so I could be the gentleman I was sure I was. I wanted to be the guy who could have a glass of wine with dinner or share one joint with friends. I wanted to step down the crazy a notch or two and go back to normal. I couldn’t see my life without artifical stimulation or relaxation. Those who had greeted me those early weeks told me to take it easy, and just live one day at a time. My only job, the only one that mattered at that time was to make it through the day sober. Tomorrow was another day I was told. Concentrate on today.

Live one day at a time. Live. I hadn’t been living. I had been existing, doing the minimum to survive. I woke up in a fog, piecing together the details of the night before. Somehow I would make it through the day, waiting, longing for the cocktail hour or until I had finished work before starting the insanity one more time. I was worried about having enough money to pay for it all. I was all about hiding who I was because I believed that no one else really knew about my problem. Living? No, that wasn’t living and although I couldn’t have admitted that to myself at the time, deep down I knew it too.

Being in the present, in the moment is a new way of living for me. There is always more than enough to keep my mind occupied today. What happened yesterday is done. I can cry and scream and explain myself blue, and nothing about yesterday will change. However, I was told I could change my perspective. I can learn from my past and be mindful in the present not to do the same thing today. All of my regrets and mea culpas for all the days I screwed up in the past do not change them and, more than likely, will screw up today was well.

“Man makes plans and God laughs.” Living in the present doesn’t mean that I don’t make plans. I do make plans but I don’t live in them. The future is there, but I try not to focus too much on it. There are too many people, too many variables involved that are beyond my control and that might alter what I am planning. So I plan loosely. I bought a plane ticket a month ago with the plan to spend some time with my family. I truly hope that it will happen, but so many things may happen between now and then that could alter those plans. If I’m living in the future, that change could upset me a great deal. I try to relax and roll with whatever the future brings me, trusting that my Higher Power has my back.

We call the present ‘present’ because it is a gift. It is my gift to open each morning of everyday. I choose to focus on today. Today I give thanks for being alive and sober. Today I am going to live. I am going to be present, here and now and accept with love the blessings and challenges that come my way. I live today for today and tomorrow I leave for tomorrow. Choosing to live one day at a time simplifies my life and my spirit. I am grateful.

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God, As I Understand Him

July 27, 2017July 28, 2017 / Tim / 2 Comments

I knew I had a problem long before I darkened the doors of a twelve step meeting room. I had tried self-will. I had tried counselling. I tried accupuncture. I tried meditation. I tried exercise. I tried a lot of things and got tired of trying. More than anything else, the whole ‘God’ thing kept me away from following a program for well over two years. I had this idea that I would be forced to be a bible thumping, born-again, soapbox preaching Christian in order to join a group. At least I had heard that God was somehow involved in the program. I am sure that I invented most of what I thought about the whole ‘god’ thing. I had tried religion and wasn’t going down that road again, thank-you very much!

Things got to a point where I had to do something, or I was going to go down and go down quickly. Hell no, I wasn’t going ‘there!’ But I could see that the road I was on was taking me. And it wasn’t the Promised Land. That last couple of months before I stopped I remember waking up each morning and finding an excuse not to go to a meeting that day. I knew where they were located and at what time they were held. But, it wouldn’t be today and I’d start the ball rolling again of seeking oblivion, unconsciousness or blackout. One morning I woke up and said today is the day and suddenly there I was, walking into a morning meeting.

I don’t remember much of that first meeting or even the first week of meetings. I was invited to return, something which wasn’t happening too often then. One of the reasons I returned was because I heard that I could choose a God, or Higher Power of my own understanding. What a relief! I saw and heard that week from people who weren’t fire and brimstoning it. Rather they spoke of a loving God as they understood Him. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant at the time, but I knew at least I wouldn’t be expected to ‘Praise Jesus’ every 47 seconds.

You see, like most people who walk into the rooms of AA, NA, Al-Anon, CoDA or other Twelve Step group, I had been raised with a religion that had a pretty narrow vision of who God was and what He wanted and when He wanted it, and where I’d end up if I didn’t follow the precise dogmas. And I wanted nothing to do with that God any more. Here, however, was a new approach. I could choose my own idea of a god, capital G or small g, it was up to me. If I wanted to, I could use the people in the room as my higher power because here were folks who weren’t drinking or using so they certainly had something that I didn’t have. So I stayed and kept going to meetings.

It doesn’t matter if your God is the God of the religion you follow, the Spirit of the Universe, Source Energy, Creator or what ever you wish to call it. If you want, keep using the folks in the room as your higher power. The only caveat that I was given was that my higher power not be the guy looking back at me in the mirror; after all, he was the guy who got me into the mess I was in. He wasn’t a very good example at all.

Choose a God of your understanding gave me an in. I could live with that. It gave me enough leeway so that I could stay.

I’m grateful to say that I still have a God of my understanding with me though I like the term ‘Higher Power’. I try not to define this power too much because whenever I say what it is, I limit it to that definition. So it’s just a Higher Power. And I often say and believe that my Higher Power hasn’t changed since I have been in the program. What has changed a great deal is my understanding of that Higher Power and its role in my life.

Lately I’ve been looking at my Higher Power as the pilot on my raft going down the river. It knows the river, it’s rocks, the bends, the depth of the river and where to steer my raft. It is still my raft, my paddle, my life, but the pilot is my guide, helping me along. It’s just a metaphor, but one that works for me. It’s how I understand my God.

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Peace.