Peace of Mind Office 1
When I see the word “Peace” my initial gut reaction is the snide, shaming, controlling, sneer that my father had towards the late 60’s hippies and the “Peace Movement”.
Since their highest spiritual aspiration was “Sex, drugs and rock’n’roll”, a certain amount of self-laughter and head wagging seems perfectly warranted.
But, let’s get a clean start…
“The principle that we shall find no enduring strength until we first admit complete defeat is the main taproot from which our whole Society has sprung and flowered.”
AA 12x12
Okay, but let’s say that you have found strength in AA and then moved on to SAA and then found strength there, and then moved on to FA and found strength there, and then moved on to ACA and found strength there…You start to get the picture.
One day you find yourself reasonably strong in all those areas, still as likely as any other tree in the forest to fall, but reasonably strong…one day, three hours at a time.
If it is true that 98% of the illness is mental obsession and only 2% physical compulsion, then it may be time to look at my mind.
Of all the things my mind can do, being at peace is the most beautiful.
Hence…the Peace of Mind Offices
Peace of Mind Office 2
There is a line in DOH, DOJ “What could be more valuable than peace of mind? Truly, no human condition is more desirable.”
In 2011 San Francisco was named the greenest city in America, in 2020, the greenest city in California.
We were the first city to shelter in place in the US.
As business stopped, a rent moratorium was put into effect that will end September 30.
As I inventory what is most likely to impact my peace of mind, it is that we have a recalcitrant landlord who will not cooperate with the State and Federal authorities.
But, peace of mind cannot be dependent on other people’s behavior because that puts them in control of my peace of mind…and Al-anon teaches us that that is not God’ will.
I can only take the next right actions, as I have done today, leave the rest to God and enjoy the day that He has blessed me with.
So Gummy and I went on a walk and he pushed the door lock handle of every single parked car we passed. He tried to open every garage door, “woofed” at every dog, fingered and carried every rock, and at every street corner we had to sit down and feel the serrated surfaces of every handicapped, yellow, rubber, decline-for-wheelchair-access to the street.
Then we watched “Heckle and Jeckle”.
The whole time we were together my mind was peaceful…
“The Child is Father to the Man.”
William Wordsworth