And as written, so true!

I came to A.A. green–a seedling quivering with exposed taproots. It was for survival but it was a beginning. I stretched, developed, twisted, but with the help of others, my spirit eventually burst up from the roots. I was free. I acted, withered, went inside, prayed, acted again, understood anew, as one moment of perception struck. Up from my roots, spirit-arms lengthened into strong, green shoots: high-springing servants stepping skyward. Here on earth God unconditionally continues the legacy of higher love. My A.A. life put me “on a different footing . . . [my] roots grasped a new soil.”

(Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 12). 

Thought for Today~ We are fellow Travelers!

Today's thought from the Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation is:

I feel we have picked each other from the crowd as fellow travelers, for neither of us is to the other's personality the end-all and the be-all.
-- Joanna Field

It's not mere chance that we gravitate toward those who become our friends. Nor is it only happenstance that we are picked by others. We are, in fact, on a journey and have much to learn. From our friends and even more so from those not so friendly, we are destined to learn what our souls yearn for. The journey is the process of enlightenment for which we all have gathered. From one another we are receiving that which we're ready to learn. All of us students. Each of us a teacher. 

How comforting to know that the pain of a particular experience, or the confusion over a set of circumstances, will become understandable with the passage of time. All experience plays its part. All of our acquaintances share destinies overlapping our own. There is security in knowing that our journeys are necessary and right for us. 

I'll not discount the value of any person or any experience that circumstances offer today.

You are reading from the book:

Secret Places~

from Out There Colorado~

Child of Mine, come
as you grow in youth
you will learn
the secret places
the cave behind the waterfall
the arms of the oak
 that hold you high
the stars so near
on a desert ledge
...the important places.

And, as with age, you choose
your own way
among the many faces
of a busy world,
may you always remember
the path that leads back
...back to the important places.

Oh little Blog of Mine~ You have returned!

I came online tonight to seek out how to start a new blog as I haven't been able to access this one since the last time I wrote nearly one year ago.  I am now speechless.. and blessed with wonder at how perhaps you were resting and the time for awakening, you and I, has come~  Thank you!