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

We saw endurance, chance, and law.We knew transience but glimpsed eternity. We learned that natures flux is constancy and we were at ease. —Edna Hong and Howard Hong…

Precious are the glimpses we get into the nature of things. But we must be ready for them, or the most exquisite lessons will be lost on us. Anxiety, regret, or egotism can cloud our perceptions. We only learn when we set aside our preoccupations.
To be hung-up is to be caught, like a coat on a hook, unfree. When we’re hung-up, our attention is somewhere else; we can’t learn anything. And hang-ups are a choice we make. If we choose the freedom to experience nature’s flux, we can slip off the hook.
Mainly we choose to stay hung-up out of fear—fear of the unknown and perhaps fear of freedom. If we’ve spent most of our lives on one hook or another, we may not have much confidence that we can get along by ourselves. But we can.
Today I’ll choose freedom and groundedness. I’ll choose to learn ease.