DRINKING ALCOHOL TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLY THEN IT TOOK AWAY THE SKY
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
BEWARE--RELIGION IN THE AIR
Lone cowboy praying the Rosary
One blog I visit daily is listed on my blogroll (right sidebar area) as "Catholic-Faith and Country". I do not 'push' this blog because it IS religious, and I do try (somewhat) to honor our important, necessary, and beautiful Traditions. After all, they are the "cement which holds us together as a fellowship." However, she--or he--posted a picture of a cowboy, this evening, which brought me to recall a time of my 'yoot', about age 11-13. So following is a:
Memory of a "deprived" -grin-, childhood: At a young age I had my 'own' horse on our several-hundred-acre farm near Cincinnati, Ohio. Yep. Saddle, etc., all the accouterments. And I'd ride way back to the third pasture, a thirty-acre Mecca for little boys who wish to camp out, be alone, and survive on peanut butter sandwiches with jelly, milk, cookies (and accouterments--I like that word!). Yes, accouterments, like Graham Crackers and Baby Ruth Bars.
The few times I did this alone contributed to my early spiritual development, because it was just me, mah hoss, and God out there. (Note who is listed first!). We were like...buddies. He was my Friend, my Companion. A fifty-year period of time was soon to arrive when I became de-enthralled with rigidities of the church, with the processions, the litanies, the lengthy prayers--I wanted to talk to God in MY language, not someone else's. Please understand that I now LOVE all these 'church' signs of subservience, of attempts at humility, outwardly acknowledging my Creator. AA allowed me to retrieve all that stuff. I even now play violin at mass every Sunday. (Big Deal, huh?)
But ya know, as a fantasized long-ago cowboy, I prayed the rosary also, out there in the field of dreams, surrounded by those flowery woodlands which Mary Louise in Africa aptly and often describes. Perhaps the graces I received then, are what brought me to this AA fellowship, this program, yes, even to this anonymous blogging community. I have come to NEED you, guys.
I appreciate use of the cowboy picture! NOTE: When ya get my age, ya can comment with a personal experience on almost anything--a word, a picture, a thought.
Fond and wonderful memories are also on my own gratitude list, today, and most days. And I send Peace, and Love to all, even our new president....now, damn! WHY did I have to write it like that? mem-a-roni or screw-up-a-roni
Sober 36 years (March 18, 1974), I am a former symphony violinist who loves prose, poetry, drawing, music (of course!) art of many genres and philosophies.
Here I will write about my life, thoughts, addiction recovery, and almost anything else of which I know very little.
Laughter, happiness, peace, enthusiasm and love shape my life these days.
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