A sudden flutter of butterflies provides this AA with a glimpse of the presence of his higher power
"I can't help but wonder if perhaps God has sent me a message, or at least some visitors."
It was late August, and I was sober just under a year, yet I was a bit down. My pink cloud had long worn off. I was going to meetings and had cut the ties with the people, places and things from my drinking days. I was working and doing my best to follow the suggestions given to me. I had a couple of months to go before my anniversary, and I could only wonder what effect it might have on me. I had heard about people's anniversaries affecting them and I was guarding against it a bit, but somehow, I was pretty certain it wasn't my anniversary which was bothering me.
The Birdsong in Prison
A sober inmate hears in the birdsong the sounds of what it used to be like and what it's like now
Living Rough on the Riverbank
A homeless alcoholic, he didn't believe in God until one morning when he heard from his higher power
At the Crossroads of My Alcoholism
He had reached that place where he couldn't imagine life with alcohol, nor life without it
He was adrift from himself and the promise of his early life until he found the safe harbor of AA