My Crooked Steps
A sober woman keeps a reminder of what it used to be like
At the ranch where I live, there is a set of crooked steps in my front yard. Though crooked, they are stable and secure and strong. I often use the dogwood tree next to the steps as a railing.
This morning as I retrieved my newspaper, I had a spiritual experience. I had just turned on my coffee pot and put my daily meditation books on the table just before I headed out for the paper.
On my way to the paper box, I gathered a large bowl of bird seed for my little feathered friends. On the path from my modest house, I sprinkled the seeds and put seeds into one of the one of the...
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