This is the second writing with the prompt, Today I Was Grateful. The first can be found here. I invite you to set a timer for five or ten minutes, take a breath, and write with this prompt. What if it were true?
I once heard a man who seemed to know what he was talking about
say the opposite of addiction is connection.
I had to think about it, for a moment.
Still so clear in my memory
What surely were sublime moments slipping downward into a gooey sticky glass of rosé
Thinking, ahhhhh. this must be the place
On warm days like these, slumping into my sofa
The rest of the day, wasted in numbness and dreamy imaginings
Everything at once, and in my own little world.
I think that man was right.
The dissolution of everything that was really me
The feeling that I didn’t really know me, not really
And this new day, somehow, in letting go of knowing, knowing arises
The head nods from other sober souls, feeling along
Finding one anothers’ clasped hands
Knowing glances and “thank you for sharing”s
Those moments built a house for me, solid walls replacing hazy pink absence
And soon, I found I had my own body, my own mind,
And connection: my own inner resource
Its vibrance welling up inside me daily
Flowing through once-nearly-dead tissues, limbs, and bones
Bringing the Source itself right to the surface of me.
No longer needing to drown, I now float, held, lifted, buoyed by the love that brings peace,
Inseparable.
