| Welcome to Edition 17 |
| ALCOHOLIC REPRIEVE |
| 'SOLITUDE' |
| On Sunday March 7th, I awoke to the solitude of 'The Cliff Chamber.' As I sat at the kitchen table with cigarette and a cup of coffee, I drifted off into deep thinking. Trying to cipher to why a friend failed in keeping sober, I realized the fate of my own sobriety and life. I love to be alone. I endure the solitude that for this alkie is a peace at mind. It is not an escape of reality or society that surrounds me. But the love I have to do as please in my sobriety, that now is being my reading and writing. I read to learn to live. I write to express my inner feelings and thoughts. I want the knowledge from my Higher Power for the understanding that when this short life comes to an end, that there will be nothing more than everlasting solitude. So let me enjoy being alone, to endure the sounds and sights of nature as is given for all to experience. I am by no means a hermit. I do accept and understand all people as friends, no matter what shape their life is in. I am always willing to share my life experiences as time clicks onward. I had lived most of my life as in a culture depicted as a complicated and confused alcoholic waste of living. I now only want the practical simplicity of a life as I proceed on my journey for continued sobriety. Each new morning I awake to the free conscious to be alive and alone till the darkness of night when I again lay my head down to the solitude of sleep. The simplicity of taking life one day at a time, with no stress thoughts of yesterday's happenings and tomorrow's predictions. Bingocliff 3-17-04 |
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