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:: Sunday, January 04, 2004 ::

connection

God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self that I may better do Thy Will. Take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy Will always.

Oh, that You would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would always be with me, and that You would keep me from evil.

Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. -- E.M. Forster, Howard’s End

No one lives in this room
without confronting the whiteness of the wall
behind the poems, planks of books,
photographs of dead heroines.
Without contemplating last and late
the true nature of poetry. The drive
to connect. The dream of a common language.
-- Adrienne Rich, "Origins and History of Consciousness" in The Dream of a Common Language

Until, accustomed to disappointments, you can let yourself rule and be ruled by these strings or emanations that connect everything together, you haven’t fully exorcised the demon of doubt that sets you in motion like a rocking horse that cannot stop rocking. -- John Ashbery, “The System”

Yesterday was a very fine day. I went up to my men's AA meeting which Neal led on powerlessness. At the end of the meeting, I announced to the group that we had finally met our prudent reserve, had a reserve for three years' property taxes payable, and were finally going to be able to contribute to Intergroup, the General Service Office, and the other places we give any surplus. That has truly been a miraculous experience to see the improvement in the group's finances, and it's such a pleasure to be able to deliver good news instead of being the bearer of bad as I've been so many times before with other organizations and businesses.

I came home and finished counting the money, went by the bank to deposit it, and then out to Flora's to pick up Aunt Edith's chair that Mom and Dad had recovered for me for Christmas. It looks more beautiful than I ever expected and the fabric looks great on it. I went by the grocery store to have the CoinStar machine count all Lambda's change and to pick up a few items. Then I showered and dressed, and Joe came by to pick me up to go see Mystic River which was great. I had no idea all those stars were in the movie. It was also nice just sitting beside him with my hand on his arm. He is such a sweetheart.

He dropped me off, and I finished picking up all the envelopes, finished all the dishes, and made some dinner. Watched a little TV before going to bed. What a nice day.

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