Last night I read my amends to my sponsor and a friend at my home group. We were in a cemetery at the old church where the meeting is held. It's a peaceful place with many old live oak trees.
The letters that I read were those that I had written to my parents and a couple of other relatives. After reading, I put each letter in a pot and my sponsor set fire to each one. We watched the smoke rise up and waft about on the wind. For my parents, the smoke seemed to surround me. It was cathartic and freeing.
I also called someone with whom I'd had a disagreement with a couple of years ago. This person was pleased that I had called and was shocked that I offered an apology for my behavior. It felt good to set something right that had gone so wrong. I'm working my way through my list of people to whom I will make amends. Some of these will have to wait until the time is right. I believe that I'll know when the right time occurs.