my daily reflections…

the sensory system of Service in my recovery has evolved into a disciplined, almost ascetic practice through which i engage the directive to carry the message through my story to alcoholics and to embody these principles in all my affairs. when i disclose the trajectory of my own reconstruction, shaped by sustained surrender to my HP and the cumulative rigor of each of the spiritual principles, it generates a reflexive deepenin within me that often eclipses whatever benefit the listener may receive. i have learned that language, however sincere, remains inert unless animated by conduct that substantiates it, and thus i am compelled to align intention with behavior in a consistently verifiable manner. each encounter throughout my day becomes an arena in which i must put into practice, integrity, humility, and accountability. in this way, Service ceases to be performative and becomes a lived theological discipline, groundin me in an awareness of who i once was, who i am becomin, and the responsibility entrusted to me through this thing we do. 1 day @ a time…