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

There’s a period of life when we swallow a knowledge of ourselves and it becomes either good or sour inside.
— Pearl Bailey—

None of us is all good or all bad. Each of us take pride in some of our actions and suffers shame for others.

To be human guarantees upheavals; we are assured of shortcomings, and we can count on glad tidings too. Taking all of life’s ebb and flow, smoothed by our own personal responses, leads us to a mellow maturity.
Self-acceptance is mandantory if we are ever to experience the sweetness of serenity. This acceptance must be whole and unconditional, not selective. We are who we know how to be at the moment, nothing more. But we are in a continual state of becoming. Whatever we’ve said, thought, or done combines in told ways to enrich our experiences and the lives of those we touch. Let’s not be soured by the self of the past, of yesterday even. Humbly accepting that portion of the whole will sweeten the rest.
I can avoid personal shame today if I think and feel before acting or reacting.