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.

Promise of a new Day

All weddings are similar, but every marriage is different. Death comes to everyone, but one mourns alone. —John Berger—

What wonderful creatures we human beings are—so alike, and yet so different! We can work together; we have built the pyramids,

the Great Wall, the great cathedrals of Europe, the temples of Peru. We can make music, make quilts, run hospitals,program computers. Yet we can also work alone. Each one of us has the power to think, to plan, to carry out plans that are distinctly ours.
We are both interdependent and independent—and both of these characteristics can give us both joy and pain. Sometimes we feel burdened and oppressed by other people. They need us, they weigh on us. We think that if only they would leave us alone, we could realize our true potential.
At other times we feel desperately, achingly alone. Unsupported, abandoned, at such times we may think that if only we had someone on our side, if only someone cared, we would succeed. True freedom, however, like true security, lies within us. We cannot get them from others; we must find them in ourselves.
I accept either good company or solitude as the condition necessary for self-fulfillment in today’s endeavors.