Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Butterfly On A Pink Flower

Daily Reflections


In the years before the publication of the book “Alcoholics
Anonymous,” we had no name. . .by a narrow majority the verdict
was for naming our book “The Way Out.” . . .One of our early lone
members. . . found exactly twelve books already titled “The Way
Out.”. . . So “Alcoholics Anonymous” became first choice. That’s
how we got a name for our book of experience, a name for our
movement and, as we are now beginning to see, a tradition of the
greatest spiritual import.

Beginning with Bill’s momentous decision in Akron to make a
telephone call rather than a visit to the hotel bar, how often has a
Higher Power made itself felt at crucial moments in our history! The
eventual importance that the principle of anonymity would acquire
was but dimly perceived, if at all, in those early days. There seems to
have been an element of chance even in the choice of a name for our
God is no stranger to anonymity and often appears in human affairs
in the guises of “luck”, “chance,” or “coincidence.” If anonymity,
somewhat fortuitously, became the spiritual basis for all of our
Traditions, perhaps God was acting anonymously on our behalf.