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

I feel we have picked each other from the crowd as fellow travelers, for neither of us is to the other’s personality the end-all and the be-all.
—Joanna Field—

It’s not mere chance that we gravitate toward those who become our friends. Nor is it only happenstance that we are piqued by others.

We are, in fact, on a journey and have much to learn. From our friends and even more so from those not so friendly, we are destined to learn what our souls yearn for. The journey is the process of enlightenment for which we all have gathered. From one another we are receiving that which we’re ready to learn. All of us students. Each of us a teacher. How comforting to know that the pain of a particular experience, or the confusion over a set of circumstances, will become understandable with the passage of time. All experience plays its part. All of our acquaintances share destinies overlapping our own. There is security in knowing that our journeys are necessary and right for
us. I’ll not discount the value of any person or any experience that circumstances offer today.