Henry David Thoreau
Morning Meditation:
Ancient in origin, the “well-trodden path” did not seem to be the one I was on when I first got sober. I had a lot of vine hacking to do to stay sober. And it took a while for the trail from my drinking to grow over and this new path called sobriety to be my foothold. My path to sobriety would be my own, yet I could not, would not, did not do it alone. "Well-trodden" to others, yet unique to each and all. Ancient drums beating in the distance, my newly sober heart straining to hear and follow.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 48)
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