The flatness that follows flu.
Outside it is glorious, bright and cold but with sparkling light on bare branches and ditches green with new grass. It was a subdued but enjoyable weekend — my housemate made her famous abalone dish and a farmer who lives on the other side of the mountain gave us sacks of butternuts and sweet potatoes. I baked sweet potatoes and made litres of delicate sweet and creamy butternut soup with a hint of ginger. The freezer is full of butternut soup which I can thaw and heat for cold winter evenings.
It might be the depression associoated with flu, but I feel soul-stricken about the ongoing tragedy in the Gulf of Mexico and emerging details of what has been happening in the Niger Delta.
Reflecting, as I sit and stare at my keyboard waiting for inspiration, on this from Alan Cohen:
“The only thing more important than being good is being real. Authenticity is kinder than resignation without conviction. Truth leads to good faster than good leads to truth. Ultimately truth is good, but you have to live it from the inside out.”
Somebody asked me in an email if I had experienced the [in]famous ‘pink cloud ‘ of early sobriety. Well, I did. I wrote about it and worried about it and enjoyed it. But right now I can’t remeber what it felt like. I’m grateful to be sober, I’m getting over the flu without too much difficulty, my life is replete with Promises slowly coming true. But I’ve forgotten what that pink cloud felt like. ‘Ask me again next week,’ I tell my correspondent. Memories come and go.
For all of you heading off to the SanAntonio International Convention: as some of you know, I do online service at Online Intergroup Alcoholics Anonymous. Here is a link to let you know where our OIAA hospitality suite is located at the International Convention and how anyone can take part. Please click the link, take a look and join in virtual fellowship and live chat from home; pass it on!