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 were many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream–whatever that dream might be.  —Pearl S. Buck—
No new door is opened without the inner urge for growth. Dreams guide us, encourage us, stretch us to new
heights–and leave us momentarily empty when they are dashed.
Recovery has given us resilience and a multitude of reasons for living. We have come to understand that when
one dream serves us no longer, it is making way for an even better one. Our dreams are our teachers. When the student is ready,

a new one comes into focus.
Dreams in our earlier years often come to nought. They couldn’t compete for our attention as effectively as the
self-pity. The direction they offered was lost. Each day that we look forward with positive anticipation, we put the wreckage of the past farther from our minds. Our dreams are like the rest areas on a cross-country trip. They refresh us, help us to gauge the distance we’ve come, and give us a chance to consider our destination.
Today’s dreams and experiences are points on the road map of my life. I won’t let them pass, unnoticed.