When I start to think I need a drink There’s too much stress Isn’t the problem that I feel I need it?There’s the warning right thereSo I need to heed it If I don’t listen I won’t need to hide itImbibe itLie about itCrave itWaste money on itI’ll be free of it’s clutches If I learn to walk
What makes us happy? What gives us joy? What brings real comfort? How do we find peace? Most of us could have easily answered those questions at age three or four or five. But when was the last time we even stopped to consider them? One of the soul-stripping effects of any addiction is the
I took the morsel and placed it in my mouth. In one small bite I was whisked away to another place and time. Memories flooded in awakening sensations long since lost. Images danced in my mind and history’s song played in my ears. The fudge was perfect. My mother could have made it, I was certain. Joy blossomed in me for a short time. This was a gift. “I’ll have some of that”, I said.
I will not drink today because alcohol could never accomplish what that fudge did.
Will you join me?
As I was driving into work this morning shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun I realized that something is definitely missing in my world view these days. There is a complete lack of drama. There is a clarity and peace that I didn’t used to have. I thought a bit about how important