Friend of Bill W.

[Tommi]

i am wondering if there is still a meeting here on Sundays 6pm my time. Another member showed up in the chat for it last sunday but no one else came...has it been canceled?

Yes, at 9 PM New York Time..(EST) 6 PM my time in So.Cal

Hey Jane, I am going to try to make it this coming Sunday. I think the meeting is one floor down, not in the Hot Tub. Congrats to the ones celebrating their sobriety anniversaries.

We try to get in to a room, Friend of Bill W if someone is there that knows how to do that..

Thank you, kind Syr! It is my hope to be of service and help, giving back what was so freely given to me in this beautiful program.


Sherrie

Understood. I'll do service tonite , or speaker topic suggestions..

I did it....Click on bar at tom of home page "Chat" once in...go to . Friend of Bill W. room..Yahhooo

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 12

MY SOBER HEART


The heart I have today is not the heart I have had all my life. Cells age and are replaced. I slough off what I can no longer use and rejuvenate with fresh layers. My sobriety is the same. Past step work is revamped and approached in innovative ways. Yesterday's prayers are replaced with today’s; today’s meditations will be dispelled by tomorrow’s. The function remains the same but it is constructed with brand new work. Service I render is always for my sobriety but I work to strengthen various quadrants. My heart is not as young as it used to be and vigorous action remakes it new each day. I rebuild my sober heart continually because forever and today I have the mind of an alcoholic.


Time your thinking so it can fire your mind.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 13

QUEEN’S COUNTENANCE


I know the 7 P’s of preparation. I set the table for those I know. The unexpected arrive clothed in time and tradition. They seat themselves at the table with the naked. They become mute. We prattle and pose, rarely glimpsing the goals sitting at the unset seats. What we need to become is far from what we are. I can not even call it other. It is within when we make room and ether when we won’t. I can wait and try but the juice is deep with the pulp. I get myself in line for the future and wait for the clothes offered by my guests. I sit the emperor and rise the queen.


Hear the sweetness in your own voice; taste the salt in your own tears.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 14

THE LONG VIEW


The long view requires an enduring embrace of the past. It requires a great love of people, the race and individuals. I cannot see what we do and flee. I can own what happened, what happens and what is to come if only so I can ratchet improvement into my own behavior. I can see and feel and change, cringe if I must, but go on. The horizon is there to set the stage. It hangs there long and low. It stands guard for the life there is to live. I will view it and use it as my gauge. Keeping perspective is the key. I know it for what it is and that makes me, me. The short sight and the long view. My open arms hold it all; my sight brings it all into my heart.


Floss between the permanent ideas in your mind.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 15

BRATZLAV


If all the world is a narrow bridge, I must broaden my mind. If all the doors close to the passage of a hallway, I must exit through the window. Never again can I stay and shelter in a small and confining refuge. A womb is a place to come out of; it is never a place of return. I am not to seek over- exposure but I must ever widen the gate. The brave face I show is the gift of a tight world owning me for far too long. Fear is never meant to be larger than life and the world should never collapse around the sweetness of a smile. Today carries us. Tomorrow draws us. The world is a bridge.


Carpet the memories that echo shame in your mind.


Sherrie

[PearlsNLace]

Today I have a bittersweet combination of "reality sucks" tempered with the gratitude of not being alone.

I sought out support and help today, and recieved it, in abundance. It didnt cost me in shame or guilt, and no one has responded to me in a way that suggests Im a burden or inconvenience.

Im going to bed now- its way past my bedtime. But Im ok. And I dont think there will be nightmares.

Did I mention gratitude? Cause this thread is a place I know I can talk about gratitude, and ya'all GET me. Ya get it. and even for THAT, I feel another layer of grace. Or dare I say it? Serenity.

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 16

MAIL


I form my query, fold my mind and mail it off to God with a stamp of approval from my sponsor. The questions sent are of no great interest but the responses are a spellbinding group. What is returned unopened is a wide array. The circuitous route taken by some is a charm of elucidation. I rub my fingertip over the intact seals and marvel at the travels of the wax. I mourn over the defunked gods and their public relations organizations. Slow is my resolve to pore over the replies. I get easily caught in lackings and shy from true contact. The equations embedded in my heart read the letters and sing the notes; these songs are just for me. I know them like my name. I turn the envelope and see how old the postmark is.


Remember your comfort needs a life of its own.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 17

ALL BETTER NOW


Mother kissed the booboo and I wait for the admonition to take effect. Waiting, I count the problems like telephone poles on a long journey. What will it be like, the world all better? The anticipation nearly breaks me for awhile until waiting turns to disbelief. A chill fills the space and 'all better' becomes the cry. My sponsor calls for moderation and lowering my expectation. The child’s ears ring with the promise to be fulfilled. She can not give herself over to a world where a Band-Aid is not a cure-all but only a cover for the slow work of internal healing, scars and all. Sheer survival is not sufficient for the screaming toddler; heartbreak from injustice calls for more than endurance. But, alas, a kiss is all we have.


Time pulls the tide and the tide pulls you; let it.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 18

STRONG WORDS


Serious language, deep language, real language helps me by grounding me. I don’t have to be nice for company when I can just tell the truth. I needn’t have guests with virgin ears or unrealistic expectations, and I no longer pander to such foolishness. I know the layered meanings of my words and value the intensity of a large vocabulary. I am not intimidated by prudish co-conspirators who stare down pointed noses at powerful utterances. Weak words make poor boundaries and breed victims. I will not be trapped by niceties; I will speak clearly out of necessity.


Allow your integrity to increase the value of your truth.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 19

URBAN LANDSCAPE


“I am taking this giraffe to the penthouse. Do you suggest the elevator or the stairs?”
“Why do you choose these complicated tasks to fill your days?” asks my sponsor.
“You think this is beyond my abilities?”
“I didn’t say that. I do believe either you or the giraffe is likely to get bent out of shape. But that is only the most obvious of observations.”
“What if I told you being disproportionate is both of our natural states?" I asked.
“I know that, too. My darling little lamb, you may be a contrast to the multitude, but why make it harder? Why not a ranch with cathedral ceilings? Bay doors even?”
“You are taking out the spirit of adventure,” I say.
“Baby, you may have confused frustration with excitement,” says my sponsor.
“Yes, but you have forgotten the view.”


Put three buttons on a shelf.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 20

STRETCHING


Stretching is not equivalent to change. Limbering is nice and warms the muscles, body and soul. Over-reaching, over-compensation is trauma; it distorts the symmetry and breeds erroneous thinking. Extension beyond the bounds sets me up for a fall. I misinterpret touching with fingertips with a firm and able grasp. I don’t step forward because I believe I have a hand on things, failing to see how this is different from an embrace. The sinew tears and the fabric of my life is destroyed. I lean forward but I go nowhere.


Open an old letter and read it with a fresh mind.

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 21

CHOICE


Growth is my decision. I don’t need conflict or catastrophe to bring me to change. I choose each day, come what may, to roll out the refuse. I am not tempted to leave it in to rot just because the sun is shining. Good days are good times to improve. How could integrity be retarded by joy? I am not punished into recovery. I will never accept a Higher Power who set up a system like that and I give wide berth to people who claim their Higher Power did. My bottom may have been an inducement to start but choice keeps me coming back.


Smile in the mirror and look into your eyes.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 22

SOOT


I diligently work to remove the soot, the residue from the last time I tried to hot wire my brain. When I attempted the short circuit of my safety-thinking, I caught my life on fire and the flames, though brief, were spectacular. Electric fires are very jarring, the burning insulation toxic. It leaves bare, stuttering lines crossing and recrossing. My stable base, the method I once used to keep sane, is shot. All because I wanted to go joy riding in my thoughts. Suspended reality sounds so good but always bursts into flame, leaving me with soot removal as a hobby.


Add all the numbers of your phone number.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 23

CLOCKS


When the clock stops, I wind it up or replace the battery. I have to; time doesn’t end because the arms grow slow. The device wears down but the day is not over. Even if my internal metronome is bollixed, the planets keep revolving. I can’t step off the world; it doesn’t stop turning for me. I don’t always have to keep my head up but I must always go on. There is no going back. I can only remember yesterday. I can’t return to it though it’s so close the flowers are still fresh. Sometimes I struggle to keep my hands off of the past. Those are the days I secure my future and wind the clocks.


Create a map to your own happiness.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 24

CELEBRATIONS


“You wore a wrist corsage to the dump?”
“You said to celebrate every activity,” I retorted to my sponsor.
“Yes, by doing them with purpose. Not everything needs to be a production number. Sometimes just showing up is enough. Putting too much energy into preparation can leave you without resources. It’s okay to make an appearance, do the simple act and move on. That is a celebration in its own way. Don’t squander your vitality on the mundane. Do you know what I mean?” asks my sponsor.
“Don’t waste flowers on trash heaps?" I answer.
“Yes, and don’t wipe your bottom with poetry. I mention this in case you get any ideas.”


Put flower petals in your phone book


Sherrie

[Tommi]

May 24

CELEBRATIONS


“You wore a wrist corsage to the dump?”
“You said to celebrate every activity,” I retorted to my sponsor.
“Yes, by doing them with purpose. Not everything needs to be a production number. Sometimes just showing up is enough. Putting too much energy into preparation can leave you without resources. It’s okay to make an appearance, do the simple act and move on. That is a celebration in its own way. Don’t squander your vitality on the mundane. Do you know what I mean?” asks my sponsor.
“Don’t waste flowers on trash heaps?" I answer.
“Yes, and don’t wipe your bottom with poetry. I mention this in case you get any ideas.”


Put flower petals in your phone book


Sherrie

Smiling at the complex simplicity.

For today!

Thank you LWF

[tinydiabla]

Hi Everyone.

I like to share my experience this week.

On Monday I received a phone call informing me that my sponsee had been hospitalized over the weekend and was now considered brain dead. She was scheduled to be taken off life support the following day. I dropped what I was doing and rushed over to the hospital to see her. I spend Monday evening in shock and in tears. It is beleived that she had relapsed with drugs that caused her heart to stop and there was a large amount of time that her brain did not get oxygen which caused her to be brain dead.

I had worked with her closely about a year ago. We had set up this system where she met me on Saturday noons at a cafe where I meet my sponsor. I was taking her through the Big Book like my sponsor does with me. During this time she finished an outpatient treatment program & I attended her graduation. She celebrated 1 year clean and sober and her 1st job in sobriety. At the same time while working with her, her boyfriend went MIA until we found out that he had relapsed and had been arrested and incarcerated. She mentioned several times that she was not going to get together with him after he was led out and not let him move in with her. About six months ago, he was led out and eventually moved in with her, she got busier and busier with her job and eventually we just stopped meeting on Saturdays. I got accustomed to receiving a call from her every one or two times per month. In her message she would say that life was good, she was still clean and sober, she had not forgotten about me and would go to meetings when she had the extra time. Her last call to me was on May 10th. She passed away on May 20th. I was blessed with the honors to be there while she was taken off life support. A beautiful prayer was said and I knew in my heart that she didn't suffer and was not alone when she left us to be in the arms of the angels.

This morning I was asked to be a speaker at a meeting and share my experience, strength and hope. I shared this experience and the difference today compared when I was out there living on instinct. I'm currently working on my 8th step list and with this experience I realize that I need to add two more people on that list. One person is a friend who a few years ago lost her father and I never called to give my condolencence because it was too ackward for me. That was me being in selfishness and self-centeredness. I also shared that when things got tough my instinct was to isolate, stay home and ignore my responsibilities and today is completely the opposite. After the meeting my friend said to me that what I shared was that I had a "vital spiritual experience" as described in the Big Book on page 27. I had a huge emotional displacement and rearrangements. My ideas, emotions, and attitudes which were once the guiding forces of my life (such as not calling a friend to offer condolencence because it's too ackward, isolating, avoiding responsibilities) are now suddenly cast to one side and a completely new set of conceptions and motives has begun to dominate me.

I believe that every single person in my life has a purpose in my life. Be that purpose to be a lesson or an experience. My sponsee had both a lesson and an experience to give to me. She touched many hearts in the fellowship of AA and will truly be missed. Thank you everyone for reading this.

[LeftWriteFemme]

Smiling at the complex simplicity.

For today!

Thank you LWF

You are always more than welcome. It is my pleasure to post here, thank you for reading and commenting. Hope you are having a wonderful day!

Very truly,

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 25

TROJAN PERSON



I feel confused by the difference between love and war. The intensity and rush are too much for my frazzled and betrayed emotions to sort out. I feel like a Trojan person. I have all these children holed up inside and they are waiting for peace and safety so they can come out and sleep. For a time I allowed them to leave for bathroom breaks, one at a time. This was not a workable solution. When these tykes would have a look around, they started to set fires and break hearts. Each child makes life a battleground, fights and claws her way across the living landscape. I must heal my insides from the center of my thoughts, not send fragments of me to blend with the unfamiliar and hostile world. Only when I can stand together with my mind and heart safe within my being will I see a way to make love on my own and leave war alone.


Shuffle your vocabulary.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

TinyDiabla,

I am so sorry for the loss of your sponsee, and a member of the program. I was telling one of my sponsees yesterday, as she was struggling with her first sponsee, that I have had over 40 sponsees and not all of them make it, it is the horrible reality of having a disease this deadly, many of us don't survive.......over the years I have had theories and guesses as to why some of us make it and some of us don't, but honestly I don't know that anyone knows why, how or who of us will stick and who will stray. I don't think that this was the answer she was hoping to hear, but it is my truth and that is all I have. For today I am not drinking, drugging or smoking and for that I am grateful.

Thank you for sharing, thank you for letting me share,

Sherrie

[Tommi]

Hi Everyone.

I like to share my experience this week.

I believe that every single person in my life has a purpose in my life. Be that purpose to be a lesson or an experience. My sponsee had both a lesson and an experience to give to me. She touched many hearts in the fellowship of AA and will truly be missed. Thank you everyone for reading this.

Thanks for sharing tinydiabla,
I am touched by your post this morning in so many ways Taking the lesson and experience to build from and share is what we all get gifted with and get to give back.

I attended a meeting on Friday night, a dark and stormy night for me, and heard of a very similar story. A member told us about his partner's son that we all knew, who left the program and recently began using again. Josh had passed away that afternoon. Surrounded by the group we lit a candle and his partner spoke and said, "If we don't take that first drink , or drug today, we'll never take it, because it's always today."

You are always more than welcome. It is my pleasure to post here, thank you for reading and commenting. Hope you are having a wonderful day!

Very truly,

Sherrie

Living one day at a time, and glad to see your daily inspirations.

I Keep coming back, cuz we know it works if ya work it. Looking forward to a wonderful day and wishing you well Sherrie.

Tommi

[pilgrimpoet]

Surrounded by the group we lit a candle and his partner spoke and said, "If we don't take that first drink , or drug today, we'll never take it, because it's always today."

Thank you for bringing this to us here, Tommi. I really love this.
Hugs,
Cathy

[Mariahgrly]

Good morning, Friends,

I had a first last night.....after a wonderful day filled with great meetings, sober friends and several opportunities to do service work. I awoke this morning from a wretched drunk dream where I had relapsed. I will be sober 4 years in July, HP willing, and this is the first drunk dream that I am aware of. It was really frightening! I have no desire to drink today and it was one of those dreams that while I was waking from it, I was trying to make sense of if it was real or not.
Thankfully, I awoke to another sober morning and realized it was indeed just a dream. But it was scary just the same. I have heard many in meetings talk of these dreams. Now, I guess one more "not yet" has happened to remind me that I am an alchoholic and recovey is saving my life.
Peace,
mariah

[Tommi]

Thank you for bringing this to us here, Tommi. I really love this.
Hugs,
Cathy

Big backattcha hugs ((((((((((Cathy)))))))))))) . I am so thanfkul for so many things, and so lucky to be with and know wonderful beautiful people like you, even if only electronically a click away

Good morning, Friends,

I had a first last night.....after a wonderful day filled with great meetings, sober friends and several opportunities to do service work. I awoke this morning from a wretched drunk dream where I had relapsed. I will be sober 4 years in July, HP willing, and this is the first drunk dream that I am aware of. It was really frightening! I have no desire to drink today and it was one of those dreams that while I was waking from it, I was trying to make sense of if it was real or not.
Thankfully, I awoke to another sober morning and realized it was indeed just a dream. But it was scary just the same. I have heard many in meetings talk of these dreams. Now, I guess one more "not yet" has happened to remind me that I am an alcoholic and recovery is saving my life.
Peace,
mariah

Mariahgrly,

Yeah.. just a dreamful reminder huh! Amazing what our minds can do.
I hear that one. Reminded me of a similar experiences after about 5 years of sobriety. I awoke with a head-achy hangover feeling, and just knew something bad must have happened. Thinking, no believing there was six-pack under my bed, wondering how it got there, and how many I must have had. I laid on the floor and I looked , because it was so real.. Rum N Coke was my poison, and who would store that under the bed Holding my head and feeling pukey.

I called my Mom right away, as we had gotten sober at the same time, and as SHE WAS THE beer drinker. She laughed, said , she kept tomato juice under her bed for emergencies. She invited me over right then for a "hair of the dog". I had all the juice she had in the house, plain ya know, and a hearty homemade breakfast and I crashed on her couch till noon.

For years my Mom would speak at meetings about dry drunks, about keeping the right kind of juice under her bed for the kid, just in case I called and was thirsty in the middle of the night. We had been sober together for 13 years when she passed away. Under her bed was found a 6 pack of V-8.

Recovery is life saving as you said.
PS. There is an on-line meeting in the Chat Room, Friend of Bill Room on Sunday nights at 9PM EST.

[Onyxena]

I am a recovering addict. I have been sober for 4 years, this past April 23rd.

[Tommi]

I am a recovering addict. I have been sober for 4 years, this past April 23rd.

Hello Onyxena.
Congrats on 4 years and one month .

Tommi

[Onyxena]

Thanks Tommi

[LeftWriteFemme]

Congratulations and welcome to Friends of Bill!

Sherrie

I am a recovering addict. I have been sober for 4 years, this past April 23rd.

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 26

HOME TO HOPE

Shadows of doubt fall across my face on dark days and I have trouble finding my way home to hope. Reliance on sunshine fails me come dusk. Twinkling stars bare their souls to little avail. I am lost. Absurdity and obsession plague me for time and attention. I wander deeper into a dismal wood. How can I chop my way free? Dejection dulls my senses; I am blind to solemn assurance. I must reevaluate the shimmering enthusiasm from the night sky. Skepticism passes like storm clouds, I may feel the rain for a time; necessity reigns on both sides of every street but still I can crawl into my bed. Morning will come and I will fear less the coming night.


Hop right after you put your foot down and you can skip most of your problems.

Sherrie

[Mariahgrly]

Hello Friends,

What an awesome day! Bar-b-que, good friends fellowship and a wonderful Big Book meeting to cap the day. We are reading Bill's Story in mY Monday night group and it is good to be reminded that Bill took these steps even before Alchoholics Anonymous was a reality. And I love the history behind AA, learning about Ebie and the Oxford Group. It never ceases to amaze me how a Higher Power worked in Bill Wilson's life and what grew out of that is helping men and women stay sober one day at a time all over the world.
I am going to Italy soon and hoping there might be a meeting in the small town I will be visiting. If so, I will tell you all about it when I get back later in June. Until then, an attitude of gratitide keeps me happy, joyous and free.

Hugs to all,
Mariah

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 27

MEMORIAL DAY


Veteran of the addiction wars, I have scars but few medals. I don’t need a purple heart, mine is black and blue. I don’t keep trophies either, no empty bottles or old syringes. Hostages, I have released them, too. I found often they held me from what my life could be. I wear my defects and wave my flag. I am slowly learning to live in peacetime. The big battles have been won; it is up to me to stop replaying the scenes of engagement. Armistice is a beautiful thing; too bad there is no better way to get to it.


Write the dedication page for your life.


Sherrie

[pilgrimpoet]

May 27

MEMORIAL DAY


Veteran of the addiction wars, I have scars but few medals. I don’t need a purple heart, mine is black and blue. I don’t keep trophies either, no empty bottles or old syringes. Hostages, I have released them, too. I found often they held me from what my life could be. I wear my defects and wave my flag. I am slowly learning to live in peacetime. The big battles have been won; it is up to me to stop replaying the scenes of engagement. Armistice is a beautiful thing; too bad there is no better way to get to it.


Write the dedication page for your life.


Sherrie

{{{{{{{{{{Sherrie}}}}}}}}}}
Thanks a bunch! A great reminder today.
Cathy

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 28

NETWORKS




Testing my sponsor when I’m hurt is like probing for gas with a lit cigar in my mouth. If I can’t find a way to douse the cheroot before posing my questions it’s guaranteed I will get an explosive response. I need a network; they follow me with sand, snatch from me my burning pacifier and save me from sticking my smoldering end where it doesn’t belong. We all need a little excitement in our lives but I don’t have to become an incendiary device to fill that need. I forget that boring isn’t the same as death; it just feels that way. Some days, distance prevents disaster; a good support system carries me away to face it on another day.


Don’t be afraid to turn the kaleidoscope.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 29


POWER


When power arrives, it comes complete with blindfold, mask and lullaby. I am blinded to what effect I have. Others cannot see me, only the unchanging masquerade covering my face. All my fears and apprehensions are soothed by the melody singing in my ear. I am possessed. The hard thump of the bottom reaching up to get me is my sole hope of release. I can’t reason my way back from a trip with power; the isolation is too far-reaching, my senses numbed, my thinking biased. Salvation as a cold smack is the jolt required. Fire takes fire; power takes the same.


Draw your own lines then color out of them.


Sherrie

[JesterButch]

I am working the steps (again) ((insert hallelujah chorus here))

yay~~

thanks sherrie for your daily words here, they help

love Jesse

[LeftWriteFemme]

May 30

FROZEN STRAWBERRIES


“I have them in the freezer,” I tell my sponsor.
“I’m sure you do. When are you going to take them out and reenact spring?” her retort.
“I don’t want to take them out before I’m ready. I don’t want them to go to waste.”
“Oh, the Excuse Maker, the Staller. Are you going to drag all the old chestnuts out of the closet? I thought you were going to defrost strawberries.”
“Fear, you’re saying fear of strawberries is not a sign of stability?" I ask her.
“Eat the strawberries or not, but it seems to me you didn’t get sober to avoid the sweeter things in life, keeping all your goodness locked up in the deep freeze destined for frost bite.”


Let sunshine climb in your eyes and fall upon your heart.


Sherrie

[photofemme]

I, too, am reworking the steps! It's good to be working the program, isn't it?

I'll second your hallelujah and raise you a harmony!

Photofemme

I am working the steps (again) ((insert hallelujah chorus here))

yay~~

thanks sherrie for your daily words here, they help

love Jesse

[photofemme]

I, too, am reworking the steps! It's good to be working the program, isn't it?

I'll second your hallelujah and raise you a harmony!

Photofemme

I am working the steps (again) ((insert hallelujah chorus here))

yay~~

thanks sherrie for your daily words here, they help

love Jesse

[Tommi]

By LeftWriteFemme


May 31

SPACE


I stand behind the podium and talk about the event horizon, which brought me into these rooms. My audience: other unwitting astronauts whose lives, like mine, were deconstructed by the Black Hole of addiction. Though the time and place may be different, the physics of compulsion and allergy are precise and repetitive. Nodding heads affirm my calculations to be accurate with the vectors and trajectories of their own experience. I conclude, with the gratitude of a reassembled life, and pray, with gravity, for my feet to stay on the ground.


Toast your bread with satisfaction.



Sherrie

__________________
Everything is do-able, even you.

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[LeftWriteFemme]

June 1

SEASONAL EXPECTATIONS

If I am out of sync with the way the world turns, I can be nothing but disappointed. I arrive with ice skates on the hottest summer day and grieve the loss of spring. I shiver in my sandals and ponder the need for a windshield scraper, the autumn leaves so long past. I must orchestrate my moods and movements with the evolution and revolution about me. I will learn to sing with the doves in the morning and the coyotes, come the moon. I can spin with the stars. I can grow with the grass. I don’t need to counter- balance life. If I learn to bend with the tides, it all comes around again.


If moles can make hills you can move mountains.

Sherrie