SUNDAY GRATITUDE EXTRAVAGANZA
| 5 Things...About Easter, Of Course | More on Turning Water into Wine (or the other way around) |
I’m grateful for a lovely weekend. I’m grateful for catching up on sleep. I’m grateful for beauty and love and kindness. I’m grateful my garden is planted. I’m grateful to be sober today.
[please enjoy this previously enjoyed SUNDAY GRATITUDE EXTRAVAGANZA—also, I know today isn’t Easter, but it’s soon!]
This Week:
Five Things… [About Easter, Of Course]
Turning Water Into Wine, or the other way around
Five Things… [ About Easter, Of Course]
Like nesting eggs, here are 5 more terrible ways to celebrate Easter.
Can you spend too much time building Peeps Dioramas?
This is not a historically accurate or liturgically appropriate account.
Will your cat survive Easter?
They rolled back the stone and discovered a rabbit and brightly colored eggs?
On Friday, I wrote this:
Turning Water into Wine
As is so often the case, after I hit the “Publish” button is when I’m usually filled, not with triumph or a sense of accomplishment, but with head-smacking regret, how did I not see that typo? On Friday, I was conducting the post-publishing, Cultural Revolution-type self-criticism session and it felt like I had forgotten something. Of course, I had. The phrase
“my friends would think I was a nut, turning water into wine”
is from one of my favorite songs of all-time and a song that I believe fits absolutely perfectly with what I wrote on Friday and more generally with the celebration of Easter1:
Actually, for all of the nonsense with alcoholic walk-up music—this is actually my anthem. There were a lot of really dark days for me. I got to the point where it seemed pretty certain I was never going to be able to stop drinking. I was not the only one who thought that. In alcoholic self-pity, it seemed like I had been condemned to slowly losing everyone and everything that meant something to me. I’d listen to this song, walking around Logan Circle on those empty nights, praying for the day this would finally happen:
I walked right out of the machinery, My heart going boom boom boom "Hey," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home."
It’s Easter and, if I haven’t mentioned it, I celebrate three-and-a-half years of sobriety this month.2 If you'd like to know,
I'll tell you what the smile on my face meant, My heart going boom boom boom "Hey," I said, "you can keep my things, they've come to take me home."
Happy Easter
Also, the vision is a lot like Bill W’s mountaintop thing while detoxing at Towns Hospital.
The Conference doesn’t recognize half-birthdays, but I do.
Peeps!!! Happy Easter!