In this world I feel trapped, surrounded by a moat of deep and shadowy waters of loneliness and despair. The knurled, spiny roots of addiction encase and squeeze my heart, forcing the memory of love to fade into darkness. Let me today come to realize that there is a quiet place inside of me, a place kept safe for me, where love lies protected and unharmed. Today my awareness of love shines light through the darkness of addiction. Today I will take time to be still and listen to the truth about who I am.
Denial is a normal response to confrontation with such truth.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time. Two men were sitting alone waiting for a bus. One of the men wore the collar of a Catholic priest. The priest smiled and said, Tell me, my son, of your prayer. The man went on to tell how he had been lost in the artic cold of Alaska, he had no food or shelter and was certain he was going to die.