Reading around the blogging community, I am aware of pain and crisis and my heart goes out to those of you hurting or struggling. Each day I take some time to read through bloggers new and old, and getting to know each of you is a joy to me, an inspiration, a help in my own sober life. I peer at snapshots of babies and kittens and horses and painted roses. I wait for details of the housewarming, I look forward to seeing a new artwork, I am thrilled to hear about promotions at work, I grin at the jokes. Each anniversary is special. I love the courage and humility and tenacity of those on the comeback trail from a relapse.
My heart aches when the weekend away was painful and disappointing. I read between the lines for heartache and the fear of betrayal, the economic insecurity, the grief over a miscarriage or a parent dying. I say prayers and think about those of you, those of us, facing health issues, job losses, separations. Those waiting for a beloved child to come out of prison. Those searching for a dog who cannot be found, hoping for a call from an alcoholic spouse who has run away, frightened to go through a job interview.
I hope that someday we will be able to get together and meet face to face, sit around a fire under the stars and laugh and tell more of what does not appear in blogs, the full uncensored story of our rich and messy and wonderful lives. Even the most heartbreaking story of a sober alcoholic is a story that conveys experience, strength and hope.
And we are trudging that road of destiny together, not alone.