Insights of a Sober Yogi

No, I'm not a sober yogi but I got to meet one on the 100 Best Sober Blogs List.  And you can meet her too if I've attached her correctly to my blog list.

The sun is shining, the birds are tweeting, I took a 4 mile walk and ate healthily for breakfast.  I'm off to pick up some cherries at the store to take to the annual 'mass on the grass'.  I will meet Sister Kiwi,visiting from New Zealand.  She will accompany a friend of mine, another Franciscan to their annual OEF convocation in Indianapolis.  I was hoping to accompany them but my new company will not give me two days off as they (mis)treat everyone equally which gives me new lessons to learn.

Monday I receive my one year medallion.  On all roads, we walk with God.

That is what's good about today.

A Pretty Good Place

If you ever have a chance to go to an 11th Step Meeting, give it a shot.  I've only been to one which I adore and has the unfortunate time slot of 4-5pm on Saturdays.  It's awfully easy to miss, especially since I'm given to Saturday afternoon naps that go on a little too long.

For the last few months I've been starting my days with some purposely quiet time.  I face out the window and let my eyes rest on the green of trees and warm my hands on my coffee cup.  Sometimes I read a prayer from Saint Frances, other times I write an account of something that's tweaking me and end up owning my part in it, aware of my humanity and grateful for life's abundance. 

The experience is serenity building and I'm experimenting on repeating it when I get home from work. A day at a time I move along.