Some memes

of the truth, is not something i relished when i was thrust through the doors of recovery. honestly, i was never going to be in the rooms for very long and was bound and determined to fool everyone into thinking i was somehow **reformed.** here i sit, thousands of days later, still clean and amazingly an active member of my local fellowship. grateful for the opportunity to head out on a hike with a couple of my friends and peers, even if it is O dark-thirty!
what came up for me was something that happened during group conscience that i did not chime in about. it is a fairly common occurrence in the local fellowship, one or two members, not necessarily home group members, pile on another member, because they visibly react to what is being shared, with what was called “aggressive” body language. instead of speaking privately to our peer, they come whining to the group about how so-and-so is making them feel unsafe. what really gets me, is that i did not chime in and express my doubts about their observations. i allowed another member, rightly or wrongly, to get railroaded by a lynch mob and regret my lack of action. i know that there will, be action i need to take as the next few days unfold, and feeling my way to uncovering what that action, just may be.
anyhow, the time has come to get moving out to the hills. as i traipse the mountains today, i can open my mind to where i am going and what i need to do. my unease may not be lifted, but perhaps i will have a course of action, when i return to these friendly confines. it is a good day to be clean and certainly a good one to get up and moving, long before the sun has risen.

∞ DT ∞