June 12 in The Little Blue Book ONE DAY at a TIME in AL-ANON
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June 12 in The Little Blue Book ONE DAY at a TIME in AL-ANON
June 12 in The Little Blue Book ONE DAY at a TIME in AL-ANON:
It is really a pity we cannot go to market and buy ourselves a big chunk of sense of humor just as we would buy a package of yeast. They do about the same kind of job: yeast gives lightness and pleasant texture and taste to bread; the bit of humor works to lighten the heavy seriousness of our daily living, and smoothes out the rough spots in our communications with each other.
TODAY’S REMINDER
I want to remember, every time I’m tempted to take a heavy, somber view of a happening, that it may not be so bad, after all. Maybe, if I look closely, it has an element of fun – fantasy, absurdity or even a relieving silliness. My mood makes it look black when I could spark it with a dash of rosy pink.
I’ll try to look for the things that can add gaiety to my life to offset the solemn or troubling ones. I’ll cultivate a knack for recognizing and enjoying numerous moments. This could be a really constructive way of detaching my mind from my daily difficulties.
“It is usually anxiety that bars us from seeing the lighter, brighter things of life. The anxiety exists within us, so we are free to reject its influence on the way we react to what happens to us.”
It is really a pity we cannot go to market and buy ourselves a big chunk of sense of humor just as we would buy a package of yeast. They do about the same kind of job: yeast gives lightness and pleasant texture and taste to bread; the bit of humor works to lighten the heavy seriousness of our daily living, and smoothes out the rough spots in our communications with each other.
TODAY’S REMINDER
I want to remember, every time I’m tempted to take a heavy, somber view of a happening, that it may not be so bad, after all. Maybe, if I look closely, it has an element of fun – fantasy, absurdity or even a relieving silliness. My mood makes it look black when I could spark it with a dash of rosy pink.
I’ll try to look for the things that can add gaiety to my life to offset the solemn or troubling ones. I’ll cultivate a knack for recognizing and enjoying numerous moments. This could be a really constructive way of detaching my mind from my daily difficulties.
“It is usually anxiety that bars us from seeing the lighter, brighter things of life. The anxiety exists within us, so we are free to reject its influence on the way we react to what happens to us.”
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Interesting I posted today's ODAT on humor while in a very somber mood.
I went and posted this in Friends and Families of Substance Abusers, not realizing I was in the Substance Abusers section of SR, until I read a man's post about his son who died a month ago from a heroin overdose.
Alcohol and substance abuse are addictions, and either can kill. There can't be any sense made out of the senselessness; there can't be any intelligence and integration in the face of insanity and fragmentation.
The irony of addict Jim Morrison singing certain lyrics/excerpts from The Ghost Song comes to mind:
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see
"Choose," they croon, the ancient ones,
"The time has come again.
"Choose now," they croon...
We have assembled inside
this ancient and insane theater
to propagate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets...
Oh Great Creator of Being
Grant us one more hour
to perform our art
and perfect our lives.
Thank you, Oh Lord,
For the white blind light
I went and posted this in Friends and Families of Substance Abusers, not realizing I was in the Substance Abusers section of SR, until I read a man's post about his son who died a month ago from a heroin overdose.
Alcohol and substance abuse are addictions, and either can kill. There can't be any sense made out of the senselessness; there can't be any intelligence and integration in the face of insanity and fragmentation.
The irony of addict Jim Morrison singing certain lyrics/excerpts from The Ghost Song comes to mind:
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see
"Choose," they croon, the ancient ones,
"The time has come again.
"Choose now," they croon...
We have assembled inside
this ancient and insane theater
to propagate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets...
Oh Great Creator of Being
Grant us one more hour
to perform our art
and perfect our lives.
Thank you, Oh Lord,
For the white blind light
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