Rambling Rose

I have recently been thinking of how, in my drinking years, I tried various types of meditation and how I would practice one method and then get up, go into the kitchen, and reach for the bottle. I didn't know alcoholism was a disease--I only knew that as I tried so desperately to talk and listen to the God I had grown up with, the further I would sink into the loneliness and despair that only a soul like mine knew--or so I thought.