The topic tonight was prayer. After a short but not-so-sweet rant I interlaced my fingers, and brought them over my head like a triangle. “I feel crazy. I should pray about it.” A people laughed, probably understanding all too well.
I tread lightly when speaking for others, but it seems to me that most of “us” (in the rooms) had no connection to a higher power before getting sober. Since I’m so out of shape as a writer, I will merely highlight what I absorbed in the meeting, as quotes and paraphrases.
– “It was revolutionary to come into the rooms and realize prayer doesn’t have to be religious.”
– “When I wake up in the morning, I pray to feel oneness. Then at least when I act like a shithead I’m not a shithead all alone.”
– “Oneness is the opposite of isolation.”
– “I can’t call it prayer; I’m embarrassed. I call it that thing where I get on my knees and talk.”
– “I call prayer meditation.”
– “Way to pick the worst topic possible.”
– “Catholic school killed prayer for me.”
– “My sponsor told me: fake it ‘til you make it. So I did. I prayed everyday. I prayed to no one and nothing…and gradually I started to feel better.”
– “I wish I could get an email from God telling me what I’m supposed to do. If I did get an email I’m pretty sure it’d tell me to help others, and I know when I’m drinking I can’t help anyone.”
That’s all for now. Hope to write coherently again soon. 🙂