As a child and teen and young adult...well until I was almost 40...I fought to be the first and the best.
I was the first and only girl in the Boys’ Little League.
I was the youngest, best girl (child) (person) in Taekwondo.
I was the only bassoonist in the band, and the top contrabassoonist in the state.
I was the first girl to be quartermaster for the band, and I was the girl who wore pants even though the drum major uniform was designed for girls as a skirt and go-go boots.
I was the first transgender person in the PhD program at the institution I attended.
I was tired, worn out, burned out.1
My commitment to sobriety from alcohol and drugs, begun in 2003 and not yet finished - never finished - always learning and growing and changing - yet to which I’m always committed - had not yet adapted to recognize and encompass my compulsive perfectionist behaviors.
For a time, I chose not to acknowle
As a child and teen and young adult...well until I was almost 40...I fought to be the first and the best.
I was the first and only girl in the Boys’ Little League.
I was the youngest, best girl (child) (person) in Taekwondo.
I was the only bassoonist in the band, and the top contrabassoonist in the state.
I was the first girl to be quartermaster for the band, and I was the girl who wore pants even though the drum major uniform was designed for girls as a skirt and go-go boots.
I was the first transgender person in the PhD program at the institution I attended.
I was tired, worn out, burned out.1
My commitment to sobriety from alcohol and drugs, begun in 2003 and not yet finished - never finished - always learning and growing and changing - yet to which I’m always committed - had not yet adapted to recognize and encompass my compulsive perfectionist behaviors.
For a time, I chose not to acknowledge my feelings and to bury my head in the proverbial sands of people-pleasing, over-committing, continual hopping from place to place, and grass-is-greener thinking.
Then I met St. Benedict of Nursia.
And St. Benedict called me to what I thought was an entirely different recovery life.
Now, I practice this recovery life in a more integrated body-mind-soul, God-me-you way.
I practice emotional sobriety along with drug and alcohol sobriety.
I ruminate on St. Benedict’s Rule with a dispersed monastic community.
I honor the community charisms of prayer, service, hospitality, surprise, inclusion, safety, community relationship, study, growth, lectio divina, and humility.
I continue in my sobriety from alcohol and drugs as I learn emotional sobriety through daily reflection on my interactions around these charisms from the view of my reading of The Rule of St. Benedict. Have I noticed my emotions? Have I stopped and stepped back from those emotions? Have I proceeded mindfully after I’ve observed my emotions, using all these charisms as led and empowered by grace?
I am in discernment with this community of dispersed monastics. Am I following The Way I to Vowed Life in this Community? Will I commit to Conversion of Life, Ongoing Growth, Change, Stability, Obedience, Trust, Wisdom, Balance, Absolute Faith in the Goodness of God, and Prophetic Witness?
You see, I have. I do. Every day that I commit and re-commit to this life of recovery - this life of reflection and contemplation of what it means to choose life each and every moment of each and every day - to accept obstacles as “what you see when you take your eyes off the goal”2 - to choose all these many ways of being a genderfull and open-minded, humble, living child of God - I am choosing to be a vowed Benedictine.
John Edward Crean, Jr. writes in Recovering Benedict: Twelve-Step Living and the Rule of Benedict for 18 August, in his reflection on Chapter 63 (Community Rank) of The Rule,
Seniors in long-term recovery are not unlike monastics who have made a similar lifelong commitment. The addict’s or codependent’s recovery community is the ploughshare taken up but never abandoned. No matter how hard the struggle, with help from my Higher Power I can persist and persevere. (130)
The formal step of taking vows with The New Benedictine Community will come with time on contact, when God, Jesus, Spirit, Community, and I wink together in readiness and awareness. I don’t have to be first or best. I can just be.
For now, my steps have led me to a time of quiet contemplation - a time and place in which I can listen for the “small, clear voice within”3 as She reminds me that I am a recoverer, lifelong, and God loves me. Amen.
1. Matthew 28-30 (MSG)
2. A wallet card I’ve carried since 2008, a gift from an important lateral ancestor, affectionately known as GG John - now 99 years-old and still going strong, penned by his wild and precious Jackie.
3. Chittister, Joan, OSB. (1992). The Rule of Benedict: Insights for the Ages, Crossroad, New York. 22.
Brandon J Beck, MFA, PhD, Genderfull
St. Mark’s, San Marcos, TX
tkdpower1@gmail.com