For Today

Hello you purple blue lupines!

Hello indigo lakspurs!

Hello vibrant red Indian paintbrush!

Hello you strong, smooth poplars!

So good to see you all again on the magic mountain!

Good to see you too, D! Go hug your douglas fur friend, she’s waiting –-

I did find her and I hugged her with gratitude. I am back in Sun Valley and have hiked up the Adams Rib trail to my favorite spot on the top for the past five days. After my stretches this morning, I squatted down and saw an young elk drinking the still water and a red and pale brown woodpecker, pecking the bugs off a bent pine over the pond. I can take my time and not hurry back now because the hot n sober chick flew up with us from the desert and we have become quite the recovery team. She is a full on AA cheerleader but very nurturing to, (not my anymore, but) - our Guy – as I have let go of judgement and accepted our partnership. She seems genuinely honest and caring – so I’m grateful we share the load of bringing him back from near death again. His hardcore drinking buddy traveled with us too and it was a gonzo, nightmare circus for the first 48 hours but somehow with her seductive sober ways and my messenger from God consistency, they both stopped drinking two days ago. She is jumping with joy, excitement and exclaiming; sober, sober, sober!

I’ve been around the block with him many more times than her, so I’m practicing measured relief, hope and staying away from cynicism the best I can manage. I mean, my 15 years distance from the ole’ AA ways definitely conflicts with her ‘program’– but we both want the same thing; to keep our guy above ground - and somehow we manage to meet in the middle. If she can get him to meetings, I am all for it. AA saved my life in the beginning. Fact. His buddy is gun-ho, to go to a meeting with her. He is already in love with her and has the fantasy that if he stays sober, she will in-turn fall in love with him. She plays along graciously but has to scold him like a bad doggie when his requests veer into inappropriate land.

Oh, you look so pretty babe. Did you wash that beautiful blonde hair? Can I smell how fresh it is?

No, you can’t. And please don’t call me babe. Okay.

Okay, okay, I’m sorry. You’re just so gorgeous I can’t help myself.

Well, you’re going to have to help yourself or I won’t help you. Understood.

Yeah, okay, Can you make me some bacon and eggs?

Only if you eat them. No more ordering eggs then leaving them on the plate.

I’m detoxing babe….

No babe! Got it….

It’s an absurd recovery reality show in the making, albeit I get my morning mediations and my solace nature walks, while not having to face the inner demons of our Guy alone. My ego needs daily adjusting with the new and present female energy but I described her personality to S and S said it’s good I have a strong, balanced woman helping me. Everything could go haywire into, the cunning and baffling at any time – but for today, all is good, all is good, all is GOD.