. . .Shares With Another

I sit at a window that overlooks a quiet lake surrounded by evergreens; a blanket of snow sparkles in the moon's full light. I am at a small retreat house in the midwest, a favorite place to reflect and re-find the pieces of my soul that get lost in the clutter and excitement of everyday life.

This month marks my tenth AA birthday and I know that ten years ago the beauty of this place would have been eclipsed by the ugliness in my heart. I came to AA terrified and confused. I hadn't had a drink for four years so how could I be an alcoholic? But why was I so miserable?

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