Letter to the Grapevine

The Grapevine is one of the main-stays in my sobriety. How can I ever be alone, when at the mere flip of the wrist, my Grapevine takes me for a visit with "my own," over land and seas, and continents, and over what-ever frustration, unhappiness or doubts I may entertain at the moment? Once we establish contact across the miles, how can I feel lonely or afraid?