Higher Power Year 2020

I spend time these days with wonderful tender hearts recovering from addiction—so much beauty, and awakening beginning to be realized. I think often of the great desire within the human being for connection to a deeper purpose and meaning in life and this search, that can take us seemingly off track for a time. This is a poem, written new year’s eve 2020, with much gratitude for a year of blessings and wisdom in the Recovery community, thank you:

Higher Power

December 31, 2019

You have taught me,

that my addiction is Spirit, 

not some old bearded guy in the clouds

but the bodily experience of

flow,

space, 

freedom.

Sunshine, clouds building to storm,

smell of rain and meadow flowers,

lightning impact of the perfect string of words,

singing Christmas hymns at a holy roller church,

surrounded by congregation’s candlelight flames,

ten mallets striking the sacred drum,

lying beneath the stars at 3:00am,

a genuine open-hearted smile,

the graced notes of a violin.

It’s something that embodies, comes and goes but never leaves,

do you know what I mean?