One side-benefit of writing this blog is meeting new people. Guinevere Gets Sober is read by a hell of a lot more people than I expected, and it reaches more places than I ever imagined—in the past 30 days we had people from more than 100 countries, people from every continent, people from every European and South American country and most of the Asian nations, people from Australia and New Zealand and people from every state in the U.S. except for North Dakota (are there addicts in North Dakota? are they on the Internet?).
Some of these people write in. And some of those who write become pen-pals. “The message” has a way of using all kinds of technology to make its way where it needs to be.
Tiger Mountain, elev. 3,044 ft., where the twice-weekly outdoor meeting is held.
I heard from one guy this morning that he took a trip to the West Coast last weekend to visit his sponsor. He said he went to a meeting on top of a mountain. “It takes two hours to climb,” he said.
You’re sweaty when you get there but must change clothes fast to avoid freezing, then about 40 people huddle together twice a week for a really great meeting. It should be on the list of the best open meetings in America, if such a list exists.
I read this (anonymously, because I keep all these people anonymous) to a friend of mine this morning. She’s spending a lot of time this week up the block from me, taking care of three cats for another recovering friend of ours who’s out of town. So I visit while my friend is there and let the cats run all over me. (My body becomes instantly relaxed when there’s a cat purring against my neck.)
“Wow,” she said. “A meeting on top of a mountain.”
Does such a list exist? Been wondering all morning.
If you’re reading this and you’ve had a blow-your-mind meeting experience, why don’t you let us all know about it?
Been listening to this song a lot lately. Makes me smile… Interesting that George Harrison (my kid’s favorite Beatle) wrote only maybe two songs for the Beatles, and both of them were enormous hits.