Alone No More
It is raining …
I don’t know if having a lot of time on ones hands during the day is a good thing. There are only so many things to do in any given day to fill the empty space. I can only sit in front of this box for so long before I tend to go batty !!!
Which meant that today I napped just for the dream possibility during that nap. I was up early enough to welcome hubby home from work and to get ready for the trip to Trinity Memorial and the meeting.
It was an A.B.S.I. meeting… (As Bill Sees It)
We really need to find a new space for the meeting, because the overlap of groups all at the same time is ruining our attempt at a cozy meeting space in a huge gym like room. The background noise is a terrible interruption.
There is a good amount of scuttle going on about town with the sale of a church and the soon to be out on the streets meetings coming up, and people coming in checking out the space to open new meetings, this one will be on a Friday night, founded by a member who is one of those angry alcoholics. We don’t cross paths very often.
Lots of newbies today. And my friend (who is stuck in the revolving door) came as well, and picked up another chip. I spoke to him after the meeting, trying to gauge where he is and how to help him. I Invited him to the Men’s meeting on Thursday night. Hopefully he will show up and we can talk in a more conducive space to talking.
“Alcoholism was a lonely business, even though we were surrounded by people who loved us…
For those of us who were like that, A.A. has a very special meaning. In this fellowship we begin to learn right relations with people who understand us; we don’t have to be alone any more.”
I wonder if some, who are stuck, are not properly getting what they need from us, if they don’t show up on a regular or semi-regular basis. And if, as the group, we can help someone by interrupting their nightly cycle of self abuse.
Our men and women are all very smart and work very hard at staying stopped, but it seems that some are falling through the cracks, which is why I am homed at this meeting, we have very few members (on both the men’s and women’s) side who have solid sober time under their belt.
The problem with this space we are stuck in at the moment, is too big, too noisy and not very welcoming, because we share the space with the NDG Food Bank, which is blessedly “closed” on Tuesday nights. The space does not lend to an atmosphere of welcome or beckons one to stay after, because right away another group is usurping the space out from under us to set up for a meeting that starts a half hour after ours ends.
Which means that our outreach tends to move outside the building, which today it was raining after, so people didn’t hang around. So I invite folks to other meetings, for (one – that they will show up and not drink ) and (two – to have some quality time to minister to their needs in a warm and welcoming space).
Looking back, I have touched on this topic recently, that the group I got sober in this last round, was beneficial. We counted days, the first 90 days. We had a community that spent a lot of time with the newcomer be it at meetings, meals and over all fellowship. Getting sober over the holidays is a bitch, so all the help you can get over that month will save your body and soul.
It is meaningful that when visitors come from out of town, which happened this evening, that they feel welcomed and that everybody knows that they are “Not alone any more …”
I rode the rails home and supermarket safari’d on the way home.
A good night was had by all. All my friends were out which was great.
More to come, stay tuned…