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.


The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other. —Meridel Le Sueur—

The beautiful correspondences that structure the world—from the five pointed star in the core of the apple to the snail-shell spiral of our inner ear—can be a source of great comfort to us. When we feel most alone, most abandoned, and out of sorts, the simple form of beauty can remind our eyes of the world’s unity and our place within it. Our path through the world is a part of it.

We add our individual voices to the chord that is language, that is history. No matter how desperate we may feel, or how hopeless our lives may seem at times, the fact remains that loss and sorrow are a part of life, and the law of life is change. Unless we choose to cling to sorrow, it will flow through us. The next wave of feeling may bring us joy. The hexagonal cells of the honeycomb recall the shapes of the insects’ eyes, snowflakes, geodesic domes. We fit into the grand design. We’re here for a reason—for many reasons. Let us treat ourselves as gently as we try to treat the other parts of the delicate web of life.
I stand in a reciprocal relationship with the world, part of it as it is part of me.