there is something remarkable that happens when that door shuts and the gavel pounds twice.
between 4 unadorned walls a roomful of eclectics sit, shifting and sipping.
but when the meeting starts, an aura drifts down blanketing the crowd below.
in my first 30 days, i still do the newcomer bop; standing quickly, eyes shifted downward as i quickly blurt, "henriette, alcoholic, addict"...
done. i am accepted.
judgement doesn't squat here.
demons spill forth after the first handshake. laughter flows freely, like a sandbag removed from a dam.
[suppressing laughter of our ridiculousness would lead to emotional implosion]
building my foundation is hard. they wipe the sweat from my brow. interior designing my foundation.
and for an hour, i know i am a picture perfect person.
easy like sunday morning...