the good life

It's Friday night. 

This time last week I was in Atlanta.

What an amazing weekend it was.  The Serenity State Roundup.  I made so many new friends.  The energy was electric.  Sexy, spiritual gay guys (and gals) working our respective paths through sobriety. 

Drag shows, karaoke, yoga, meditation, soul talks, laughter, ice cream(!)--three incredible days of celebrating life.  It was The Big Chill.  It was Enchanted April.  It was the Wizard of Oz.

I feel almost guilty for having so much fun, for being so moved, for living so purely...

I don't want to sound like AA's personal Pollyanna, blowing sunshine and light up everyone's collective ass.  It's just I've not had days like these before.  Days of wide open sky and limitless possibility.  Days of soaring serenity, centeredness, peace...

And, as the saying goes, this too shall pass...  I'm learning to "let go absolutely", savor each moment as it arises, knowing it won't be back.

A big shout out to my lunch buddies and Starbucks pals- J, C, and... M.  And to all the others- C, the witch king; M, the fabulous stair walker; S & R the (hot!) yoga boys...

For me, the whole weekend ended up being about spirituality and sexuality.  The bliss-state of being turned on and tuned in--at the same time!  A far thousand mile cry from the Southern Baptist landscape of my childhood.

For anyone who was there last weekend, thank you.  Keep coming back, as they say.

The rest of the (short) week has been intense, but productive.  I'm glad the weekend's here.  I have lots of housekeeping to do, literally and figuratively.

Looking forward to a weekend of rest, relaxation, and catching up.  Also need to put some serious effort into starting the shedding of about 15 pounds I packed on staggering through those first rough days of sobriety...

And, after these past two weekends in Dayton and Atlanta, I've gotten a real taste for meeting new folks.  So please don't hesitate to say "hey" if you happen to bounce by my little acre of cyberspace. 

Honesty, serenity, and joy, folks--24 hours at a time...