ANGEL TRUMPETS, a repeat photo.
A fellow blogger "Glimmer" asked me the other day if this photo was from our back yard. Naturally I went to one of her several blogs, the one about ANGEL TRUMPETS. To understand my blog today PLEASE read hers right HERE.
Dear Glimmer
Yes! Photo is Trumpet Tree in our back yard. 2 years ago I took a shoot off a friend's tree--
Well, the shoot died, and so I paid 50 bucks for a nicely-filled-out 5-foot bush. After it got "settled in" we were driving home on motor scooters one night. More than a mile from home we smelled the sweet honey-suckle-like scent all over the neighborhood, which kept getting stronger. Of course, you know what it was...were we ever surprised, though.
Shamefully,I have neglected to care properly for the Trumpet. I should trim and shape it nicely again, and maybe plant some of the shoots which are coming out from everywhere.
But we LOVE it, "No Matter What" (to use an expression --grin!). Thanks for your response.
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Shamefully,I have neglected to care properly for the Trumpet. I should trim and shape it nicely again, and maybe plant some of the shoots which are coming out from everywhere.
But we LOVE it, "No Matter What" (to use an expression --grin!). Thanks for your response.
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OK, Peeps. That set the stage. In her referenced blog Glimmer explains how she gave her 'pink' Angel Trumpets many chances to come back to life, after they seemed doomed (to an alcoholic death--NO! Wait a minute here --grin!)...back to reality--they were dying, it seems. She nurtured them, babied them, coddled, prayed over, and cried for them. Low and behold, after time, they one day showed life, and trumpets began to blare in Glimmer's head. There WAS a "Glimmer" of hope!
I could not resist seeing my long-expressed thinking, and directing-type behaviors come into play here, and added the following comment on Glimmer's blog:
This blog about Angel Trumpets--yours and mine--renewed and validated my recent thinking about certain men I sponsor, and their seeming non-recoveries. I had long ago decided not to work with "chronic relapses".
The change here is that I've found so MANY who have made it--only by coming back into the rooms time after time after time, and finally--one day: eureka! The Mother Lode had been struck.
In other words guys, "Keep coming back."
My own experience:
I shook, sweat, vomited, almost died, when I stopped drinking March 18, 1974. My first meeting was March 19,1974. I did not drink after those dates, No Matter What (but did not know those words then).
So I figured EVERYONE should do it like I did it. Not so. Some struggle for years, in-and-out, before it takes hold. Sadly--others never make it.
Now I understand this. And my whole thinking has changed. I (suddenly, really!) have more compassion for those who find it SO difficult to stay sober. We ALL have problems with which we deal...constantly!
And I now (again) realize the guy who is still drinking could have been ME, if you all had not shown ME tender, patient care, and had not loved me back to health. For I was deathly sick in body, mind, and spirit (soul).
Thanks to God, for bringing me here to your blog, which I would probably not have read, had you not commented on mine. Thank you for letting God use BOTH of us!
Sorry about the length of this comment.
Peace!
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So, Peeps, do you see what I see here. This is CHANGE in me on several levels, one of several major psychic changes which happened over and during my scooter ride to Virginia. These past three weeks have been life-changing for me in ways that only I know, but a few of which I'll share with you during this week.
I sure wish you Peace, Peeps.
I sure LOVE you, Peeps.
I sure NEED you, Peeps.
Steve
