I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
– William Golding
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The relative success of the AA program seems to be due to the fact that an alcoholic who no longer drinks has an exceptional faculty for “reaching” and helping an uncontrolled drinker.
In simplest form, the AA program operates when a recovered alcoholic passes along the story of his or her own problem drinking, describes the sobriety he or she has found in AA, and invites the newcomer to join the informal Fellowship.
The heart of the suggested program of personal recovery is contained in Twelve Steps describing the experience of the earliest members of the Society:
We admitted we were powerless over alcohol – that our lives had become unmanageable.
Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.
Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.
Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics and to practice these principles in all our affairs.
Newcomers are not asked to accept or follow these Twelve Steps in their entirety if they feel unwilling or unable to do so.
They will usually be asked to keep an open mind, to attend meetings at which recovered alcoholics describe their personal experiences in achieving sobriety, and to read AA literature describing and interpreting the AA program.
AA members will usually emphasize to newcomers that only problem drinkers themselves, individually, can determine whether or not they are in fact alcoholics.
At the same time, it will be pointed out that all available medical testimony indicates that alcoholism is a progressive illness, that it cannot be cured in the ordinary sense of the term, but that it can be arrested through total abstinence from alcohol in any form.
Source: AA Great Britain
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In the comment section of an article on the Gordhan matter yesterday, someone posted that the ANC took over a fully functioning country in 94 and have since been running it into the ground. This set me wondering whether my children, both born within a year of the handover, really grew up in a worse country than I did. Economically, socially and politically are we really worse off as a whole than we were in 1989?
Sure, many institutions we have taken for granted are in a state of collapse and for many communities and constituencies things must appear worse. The country is in a political mess and good people despair of there ever being an upturn in our country’s fortunes.
But, untainted by nostalgia, I tried to recall how functional the country I experienced actually was in 1990?
The Hawks are being used for malicious and underhand purposes, but is harassing Pravin Gordhan worse that what Dirk Coetzee and Eugene de Kock got up to at Vlakplaas with the Government’s approval?
When we fear what is becoming of our judicial system we should remember Judges like LC Steyn and the politicisation of the Bench and Attorneys General offices during the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s and how they used the law to further a extra-legal agenda.
When we rail against state capture and government corruption, we should recall the politicians who enriched themselves and their friends through white elephant projects like Mosgas or by disposing of our gold reserves in Switzerland. George airport was upgraded so that PW could travel conveniently to his home in Wilderness. Cabinet ministers would commander Air Force helicopters to take them, their families and their business connections hunting. Southern and Eastern Angola were stripped of hardwood timber and ivory with the spoils transported south by R-vehicles.
As a father and ex-SADF officer, I am pleased that my children do not have to spend two years after school doing military service. As an employer I am pleased that I don’t have to deal with every young man in my employ being away for 90 days every two years.
When I resent the racialisation of electoral politics by the president, I am grateful that the army and police are no longer being used by the state against its own citizens and polarising us on racial lines. And when they let loose as at Marikana, the press is allowed to report on it and it makes the headlines, unlike under the States of Emergency that gave security forces carte blanche and criminalised those that reported on the excesses.
Hlaudy does the president’s bidding at the SABC, but Piet Meyer was both head of the SABC and of the Broederbond. The Prime Minister did HIS bidding.
We are justifiably angry that a DA councilor got murdered in the Northern Cape, but should remember the thousands of political killings of the late Eighties that bordered on civil war.
When Malema campaigns on a nationalisation platform and we correctly worry about our security of title and make long term plans elsewhere, I wonder how people in District Six felt when government policy was to take their family homes from them, and the bulldozers arrived. Or when the Makuleke community was told in 1969 that their ancestral land was now part of Kruger and they will be “resettled” elsewhere. And the thousands of other communities and millions of people like them.
When we despair at the ineptitude and corruption of our sporting administrators and the impact it has on our national teams, we should remember the seven Olympic Games we missed and that Barry Richards only got to play four tests and Clive Rice none. Even if we had gone to the Olympics or played test cricket, Caster, Wayde van Niekerk and Kagiso Rabada would all have been unknown to us.
We are justifiably concerned about a ratings downgrade, but should remember that once we had NO access to global credit-lines. That in 1985 the government closed the Foreign Exchange markets and declared a debt standstill when we could not meet our commitments. Mortgage rates shot up to 25% with our home loan repayments virtually doubling in a year. No South African could invest off-shore and if you emigrated you could only take a portion of your assets out and you were locked in in the form of the “Financial Rand” which traded at a significant discount to the ZAR and reflected the true exchange rate.
We all got poorer during the 80s and at a far faster rate than we are now. We had no financial resources, the collapse of the Soviet bloc meant that we no longer could get the covert support of the US and UK. Economic sanctions were biting hard and our economy was entirely inward turned.
The ANC has taken credit for the armed struggle bringing down Apartheid but the reality is that a morally bankrupt system had financially bankrupted the country. It was this economic reality that brought about the change.
Yesterday and the recent elections gave momentum to people inside and outside the ANC who have turned against the corrupt government. We will all be optimistic until the next time. And then I hope to look at these random thoughts and console myself that we have been in a far worse place and got through it OK. So maybe we will again.
Perhaps the light at the end of the tunnel is not necessarily a train….
Thank you for helping me count my blessings
Ian
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I came across this and thought I should share it with you….. not sure who the author is. Enjoy!
Blessings,
Wendy
“I am a woman of distinction.
Recklessly beautiful and untamed–my heart is splayed wide open for I not only trust the process, but I trust the force in which each one of my feet hits the ground and my ability to maneuver through the joys and grief I face each day.
I walk tall, taller than an old cypress tree because I am at home in my skin — my self worth lives in each nook and cranny of my spine.
It is not attached to exterior what have you’s like money, a piece of paper, a house, a car, this world approval, a ring or success.
My success is in presence.
I am present in the humans I stumble upon like heart beats at first light and in the night.
I salsa dance bare bummed with bronze skin and white cheeks — let the music sway and bend and dip my spirit with the grace of a dozen fire flies drunk on the Moon’s wine.
I am dripping in salt, browned from the sunshine, and barefoot in my beauty.
I am not afraid to tell you I am beautiful because I have done the work to be at home in my soul’s skin.
I do not shrink to accommodate the insecurities of those around me, but stand tall to remind them gently, why crouch?
My body may be a meat bag, a vessel for the magnificence I hold inside but I cherish each scar on my chin, each freckle, each voluptuous sun bleached curl, each inch of my breasts.
I walk with my head held high when I walk into a room because I know there is space for me in this world — however I may come.
I show this world my tears and my laughter, unashamed.
I know better than to try and fix or heal the suffering of this world.
I know that by healing my suffering, I heal this world.
I am a woman of distinction and I am not afraid to love you before you are ready.
I am not afraid to move faster or slower than the expectations we lay on vulnerability and opening.
I open at my will.
I open at the first drop of a breeze, at a smile from the man sitting with a green top hat that I pass in a taxi cab.
I open fearlessly and sweetly and ferociously with all the might I can for what good is living if we are not loving?
I am here to love and love I will.
I am a woman of distinction, and I am not a victim of circumstance — I feel when things are out of alignment and I move from them with as much grace as I enter.
I show up for this world.
I set boundaries with ease that honour me.
I understands that no is self love and everything after no is unworthiness.
I am worthy, darling — oh so deliciously worthy.
I am authentic as all hell and can taste bullshit from a mile away.
I spit out societal Koolaide laughing and write my own bible.
I ground — ground through movement, through dance, through the sea.
I drink the ocean for breakfast and kiss the red dirt for dessert.
I do not keep my freedom in a cage that requires six whiskies to be let loose.
I dance and shimmy and shake and love through my life.
I am a woman of distinction — you will feel me when I walk into the room”
Author Unknown