Another solstice marks another point on the yearly cycle. Things come into being and things pass away. This was my fifth summer solstice since I stopped drinking. I just had to get off the merry-go-round to nowhere. Nothing changes if nothing changes. It really comes down to the choices we make. The same lessons just
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?
If you’ve ever given up drinking you will have read a myriad of articles proclaiming how fabulous life is without booze: words of hope, words of praise, page upon page of unimaginable achievement. Since I stopped drinking 4.5 years ago I’ve become increasingly aware that these articles are pretty one-sided tending to focus on the
