The Humor of Powerlessness
The Humor of Powerlessness
You are reading from the alanon book, Having Had a Spiritual Awakening
At the end of a difficult week, I found myself finally enjoying a brief stroll in the unseasonably warm sunlight when, quite literally out of the blue, a glop of bird dropping splattered on my shoulder.
"That's how bad this week has been," I joked to my wife, "stuff is even falling on me out of the sky." I took a moment to scrape off my shirt, and then we walked on. Feeling as if I had spent the week dodging a hail of brick-bats much more substantial than bird droppings, I could only hope that this last little dollop of misfortune might be the sign of a change in my luck. Either that, or the "Powers that be" were commenting on my fashion sense.
I wondered whether this could be a sign of something. Did it matter which shoulder the glop landed on, or which way I was walking, or what I had been thinking or feeling at the time of impact? Interpreting signs can be confusing. How much conscious contact with G*D can I read into the actions of an anonymous, invisible black bird or sparrow?
Sometimes the spiritual guidance I receive is simply the reminder that I am not in control of the universe and that into every life muct fall an occassional ration of something more substantial than rain.
When was the last time I accepted the alanon gift of laughing at my own powerlessness?
Shalom!
At the end of a difficult week, I found myself finally enjoying a brief stroll in the unseasonably warm sunlight when, quite literally out of the blue, a glop of bird dropping splattered on my shoulder.
"That's how bad this week has been," I joked to my wife, "stuff is even falling on me out of the sky." I took a moment to scrape off my shirt, and then we walked on. Feeling as if I had spent the week dodging a hail of brick-bats much more substantial than bird droppings, I could only hope that this last little dollop of misfortune might be the sign of a change in my luck. Either that, or the "Powers that be" were commenting on my fashion sense.
I wondered whether this could be a sign of something. Did it matter which shoulder the glop landed on, or which way I was walking, or what I had been thinking or feeling at the time of impact? Interpreting signs can be confusing. How much conscious contact with G*D can I read into the actions of an anonymous, invisible black bird or sparrow?
Sometimes the spiritual guidance I receive is simply the reminder that I am not in control of the universe and that into every life muct fall an occassional ration of something more substantial than rain.
When was the last time I accepted the alanon gift of laughing at my own powerlessness?
Shalom!
((((teach))))
Humor in being powerless....I can see how absolutly ridiculos I was in the struggle of admitting my powerlessness. I am not sure what kind of dung it was that I was laying face down in HA! HA! Now that is powerless!! Back then all I could do was make a mess. Now that I have gotten out of my own way and let my HP control the outcome things smell a lot sweeter....
Humor in being powerless....I can see how absolutly ridiculos I was in the struggle of admitting my powerlessness. I am not sure what kind of dung it was that I was laying face down in HA! HA! Now that is powerless!! Back then all I could do was make a mess. Now that I have gotten out of my own way and let my HP control the outcome things smell a lot sweeter....
...A cheerful upbeat groan from deep within me.
Originally Posted by historyteach
You are reading from the alanon book, Having Had a Spiritual Awakening
I wondered whether this could be a sign of something.
I wondered whether this could be a sign of something.
Thank you
That was good
I went to Fla. for spring break one year. Me being the crazy man I am, I was feeding gulls out of my hand. They'd take the meat right out of the bun. My friends weren't sitting with me. My one friend kept worrying about getting sh!t on. All thru the vacation that was his concern. The following year he went down to Fla. with his wife and got crapped on SH!T happens
BTW,
I'm grateful to have never got it from a pelican. That covered the trunk lid of my car
I went to Fla. for spring break one year. Me being the crazy man I am, I was feeding gulls out of my hand. They'd take the meat right out of the bun. My friends weren't sitting with me. My one friend kept worrying about getting sh!t on. All thru the vacation that was his concern. The following year he went down to Fla. with his wife and got crapped on SH!T happens
BTW,
I'm grateful to have never got it from a pelican. That covered the trunk lid of my car
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