โ cruising in my bradley M2A3 of love โ
Posted: Fri, Nov 4, 2005 06:07:11 AM
across the uncharted territory of my life in recovery. for some reason this morning i actually grasp the concept of recovery as a frontier. do not know what is up, but i think i will go with it.
my vehicle is armored against the missiles and landmines that life happens to present. it is a vehicle that i cannot man alone and it has the weaponry needed to combat my disease. not that life and addiction are enemies in a constant war that i am fighting, but each can throw a blast that makes it difficult to continue exploring this new found territory. and of course i cannot man this vehicle by myself, i need a crew commander to provide direction, that commander i choose to call GOD today. GOD provides the mission instructions that will let me successfully reach my objective for today. of course, my concept of GOD does not punish me for not listening, but does provide reminders and consequences if i choose to stray from the path. the rest of the crew are the people who love me and want to see me succeed, my peers in recovery, my closed-mouth friends, my family and friends and my sponsor. they provide me the tools i need to survive when i decide to allow them to join me in my explorations.
this metaphor falls apart when i try to put physical constraints on love. after all, love has no fixed range, operates on an infinite fuel source and is not an offensive weapon. but so it goes....
whenever i try and place something spiritual into a physical construct it diminishes the true breadth of the principle. alas, i am, only human and have trouble grasping things i cannot see, classify and enumerate. so just for today i will mount up, move out and see what i can discover!
∞ DT ∞
my vehicle is armored against the missiles and landmines that life happens to present. it is a vehicle that i cannot man alone and it has the weaponry needed to combat my disease. not that life and addiction are enemies in a constant war that i am fighting, but each can throw a blast that makes it difficult to continue exploring this new found territory. and of course i cannot man this vehicle by myself, i need a crew commander to provide direction, that commander i choose to call GOD today. GOD provides the mission instructions that will let me successfully reach my objective for today. of course, my concept of GOD does not punish me for not listening, but does provide reminders and consequences if i choose to stray from the path. the rest of the crew are the people who love me and want to see me succeed, my peers in recovery, my closed-mouth friends, my family and friends and my sponsor. they provide me the tools i need to survive when i decide to allow them to join me in my explorations.
this metaphor falls apart when i try to put physical constraints on love. after all, love has no fixed range, operates on an infinite fuel source and is not an offensive weapon. but so it goes....
whenever i try and place something spiritual into a physical construct it diminishes the true breadth of the principle. alas, i am, only human and have trouble grasping things i cannot see, classify and enumerate. so just for today i will mount up, move out and see what i can discover!
∞ DT ∞