I realize now that I was holding up the course of nature. Those fireflies in my jar were actually flashing to communicate with potential mates. They were magical to me and seeing them last night took me back to that time of summer when I would stay out doors until way past dark, hating to finally be called inside. I wonder if sprayed pesticides have taken their toll on the little lightening bug in my home town. Back then, there were no spray trucks that came by in the night, hissing out their poison. And thankfully, where I live now, there are no spray trucks either. We live with the mosquitoes, the gnats, and the fireflies.
I was too tired last night to post. It was a busy day of putting new lines on the boat. I whipped the ends which gives a really finished look to the line. I will have to review how to do eye splices with double strand line as it is not the easiest thing in the world to do. I ordered a book on splicing which will help as I practice on some discards.
I am gathering up quite a few good books to keep on the boat. Reading is something that most of us take for granted. Yet, there are still those people who have great difficulty with reading. A new fellow who came to a meeting the other night was so embarrassed by his inability to read that he cried. It was so touching. He said that he had worked all his life with his hands and never really learned to read well. I thought that it took a lot of courage to share as he did.
Because this was a step meeting, there was a fair amount of reading to do. So I helped him through a few paragraphs. He actually did well, only stumbling on a few words. He said that he had been to one Al-Anon group where he felt looked down on. I know that some groups are healthier than others, yet it still bothers me to hear that someone doesn't feel comfortable in a meeting. I hope that he will come back. He needs the program as he is struggling with active alcoholism in a relative. Perhaps he will see that our meeting is a safe place where no one is judged.
“We can do no great things, only small things with great love.” - Mother Teresa