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.

Pretty Purple Flowers

Each day a new Beginning

There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are interesting monologues, that is all.  –Rebecca West—
How often we want to be heard, to be truly listened to by our spouse, our children, friends and co-workers.
And we deserve to be fully attended to. So do the other persons in our lives who come to us to be heard. We let our minds wander in the midst of important messages. And we may miss the very phrase that we need to hear—the answer to a problem, perhaps. Our minds wander, randomly, looking for a place to light, unconsciously searching for peace, the serenity promised by the Twelve Steps.
Living fully in the present, soaking up all the responses of the life we are immersed in for the moment,
is the closest we can get to our higher power, our God. Being there–fully–is conversation with God.

How can we know all that God intends for us to know if we don’t take advantage of God’s many messages? Every moment of every day offers us information, divine information. Each time we turn our minds away to self-centered thoughts, we’re refusing the chance to grow.
As I come together with friends and family today, I will remember to listen for God’s message.
I will hear what I need to hear if I will but listen.