So I bet you're asking yourself right now, 'What does a bunch of birds (above) have to do with sobriety?' The answer to this conundrum would be, absolutely nothing- on the surface that is. But in reality, recovering addicts are much like a flock of birds insomuch as they tend to congregate in places to talk about their respective addictions. That's about where the comparison ends from the birds' perspective anyway. I mean it's not like these birds are discussing what they did to make an ass of themselves last night, or how many of their bird friends they pissed off or made uncomfortable because of their use of illegal narcotics or perfectly legal alcohol...the birds have better things to do I'm sure. Nests to build, eggs to warm and the like...
There is an eerie calm in the city of Victoria.
As with every other person on the planet, the last eight weeks or so, (at least by my count anyway) we have been faced with a rather unprecedented event in our lifetimes. Sure a similar occurrence took place in the early 20th century also of a worldwide nature, yet really to equate the two as the same thing would be ridiculous. The situations were very different indeed.
I was watching the latest news broadcast from Parliament Hill (I think that's what it's called) the other day. You know, the place where our illustrious leader, The Honourable Justin Trudeau does his daily Covid 19 broadcast for all to wallow and whine about. The thing about this broadcast that got me were the phrases, 'The New Normal', and that of...' This is going to last some more weeks?'
There are days when, for some reason, I feel out of sorts. Not sick or ill, just not myself. Some years ago, I apparently suffered from depression, so I am acutely aware of what that particular experience is all about. This time however, I could not place a finger on what it truly was that was bothering me, so I decided that having been doing this internal work for some fourteen months now, I knew how to explore this further.