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The Language Of The Heart

The Language Of The Heart

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I went to Founders Day in Akron last weekend as I have done every year but two out of the last fourteen. It was no less a moving experience this year than it was the first time I went back in the 90’s. My Friend Jerry B. and I were joined by our comrade Mutt who rode up from Florida and the three of us took the back roads north out of Athens County through Amish country and up into Akron. As I rode through all those small country towns I saw the America that I remember as a boy still alive and well. That feeling of continuity of spirit was a grand way to start the weekend. Small towns… farms and just plain country roads dancing over the Ohio hills in a ballet of asphalt. It was supposed to rain, but that prediction proved false and it was beautiful all the way up.

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That the recovery experience has not only saved my life but actually made it worth living is undeniable. I would not be here without it… The road of life is not always smooth, even in recovery, but I know today that there is no travail in my life that a drink or a drug would not make worse. G_d will give us no more than we can handle. I intersected with the Four Absolutes several times over the weekend. Coincidence?

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The weekend was filled with fellowship and hope and culminated on Sunday with the motorcade to Dr. Bob and Annie’s grave in the Mt. Peace Cemetery.

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The run back to the County was a feet beating down the interstate. Had to get home in a hurry since I was leaving for Martha’s Vineyard where I am now on Monday.

Surrounded by friends and fellow travelers speaking the language of the heart fills my soul with a deep feeling of peace and I am ready for more work.


My driveway at home…

And so it goes.

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  1. Craig K
    June 17th, 2011 at 09:38 | #1

    Thanks for sharing Brother.

    May the road rise to meet you,
    May the wind be always at your back,
    May the sun shine warm upon your face,
    The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
    Until we meet again,
    May G_d hold you in the palm of His hand.

  2. Dave Millard
    June 17th, 2011 at 10:29 | #2

    Jorma, glad you’re still around! Your music is much appreciated by a lot of people, but I have to say, your gift of putting words together in a way that gives us pause and something to think about is a great thing. With age comes wisdom, and you are showing that adage to be true. Thanks

  3. Ed W
    June 17th, 2011 at 10:32 | #3

    Serenity rules; it’s a long good road from the East Village. We are richer for the experience. The hope that you inspire I bring to my patient’s daily, for you we are grateful.
    Life affirming, what’s better? It surrounds us all, funny how we lost track trying to amplify it in our own way…
    Peace, be well.

  4. Bake
    June 17th, 2011 at 12:19 | #4

    Country roads and a serenity ride, hard to get any better than that. It is a life saving process to be sure,and the act of giving back is a gift in itself, what a good day to be alive. Peace to all!

  5. Joe Moore
    June 17th, 2011 at 18:19 | #5

    Again , Jorma , your words and spirit helped so much after a long strange week . Thank you . Long may you continue to Run !

  6. June 17th, 2011 at 19:39 | #6

    Thanks Jorma, you continue to give me hope.

  7. June 19th, 2011 at 22:49 | #7


    Wish I could’ve been there. I went about 4 years ago. My sponsor worked in Dr. Bob’s house for many years and had me count the 12 steps leading up to the front porch. The program is truly a miracle. Hope to catch up with you soon. Rog

  8. Cyndy Consentino
    June 20th, 2011 at 21:30 | #8

    God bless you, Jorma!! Your blogs mean so much to me!

  9. Sandy Wall
    October 24th, 2012 at 23:07 | #9

    Took my wonderful wife to see you and Barry at the Sierra Brewery last Sunday in Chico. A wonderful show in a great venue. And now I’m delighted to find we share the road to happy destiny. Thanks for your inspiration over the years. What a wonderful gift life is, and how fortunate we are that we were given a way to put down the burden of self, and become useful, contributing human beings. Peace.

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