Ya’ll yesterday I was working in a subdivision and a bald eagle flew right over my head at the exact same time I was wondering what to do about my distress. Right, it was the promise of freedom. Today I worked with this guy named Rufus and we agreed that we would work together for a while. I was telling him about all my worries and he said something about god that I can’t remember. I remember saying that my daddy owns the cattle on a thousand hills, I just wish I could trust him more. This evening I am calmer. Not too worried about will I sprain my ankle carrying heavy doors and stuff over big construction rocks. Ok that I work construction right now. Ok that there is a woman I care about who is more sick now than ever. Just really ok with that.
I said to him, where have you been love? Of course I didn’t get an answer. In a meeting the other day a young woman met her higher power when she was outside looking at a lightening bug. This calm came over her. That to me is the powerful calm that holds everything together. I heard a number of stories in the same meeting of things happening like that. Of a someone orchestrating events in their lives that they could not explain. I am about ready to give up trying to figure out and understand and just accept. Accept that I care for her. Accept that for me anyway this person is not ready to come down and make everything right even though that is what I want and I think that that is what I am supposed to want that he delays for some reason maybe until more people want a higher power and are willing to say, uncle. I can’t carry the weight of the world around on my shoulders any more. It is just too much. Shit isn’t going to happen when I want it to, but when and if it is supposed to. And that the present is not a bad place to be really sitting here with shit all over my floor. Everything I own in this room because what I own really doesn’t matter to me all that much and it never has mattered all that much. And right now I know some beautiful people. An older man in a truck speaking words of life to me today. Someone who finally just lets me love them and doesn’t run away, doesn’t ask a lot of stupid questions, goes through hell and doesn’t complain. People in meetings talking about the miracle of staying sober. Some who don’t have any angle. They just want to help the next sick and suffering alcoholic. Right here in this room where right now everything is as it should be.