This is not the end, merely the beginning.
But I’ve stuck to it for a whole year, and although today feels like a bit of a victory for reaching one year of recovery, I know that tomorrow will be one year and one day of recovery. It means a lot to have made it through an entire year of meetings and step work, mostly because I have a pattern of throwing myself into new endeavors with gusto, only to find my enthusiasm fizzles out after a few weeks. I celebrated one year of recovery this week. Well acquainted, friendly-at-a-distance neighbors,Īnd you give your house for a coral castle, That when the sea comes calling, you stop being neighbors, Less like the flow of water than the flow of blood.Īnd I thought of flight and I thought of drowning and I thought of death.Īnd while I thought the sea crept higher, till it reached my door.Īnd I knew, then, there was neither flight, nor death, nor drowning. Not sudden and swift, but a shifting across the sand like wine, and I still don’t know how it happened –
Carol Bieleck, RSCJ:Īnd we got well acquainted, the sea and I.īut looking our thoughts across the fence of sand. The introduction to the book included the following poem by Sr. I came across a book several months ago by Richard Rohr, titled Breathing Under Water: Spirituality and the Twelve Steps.
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