How Does My Garden Grow?

When I was going to AA meetings, often, but still drinking inbetween, I would occasionally look around the rooms and kind of imagine what it would be like to be sober. Of course, being a daily drinker, fantasy sobriety was the best I could experience. In young sobriety, I would ponder,"What's my responsibility in my recovery, versus what do I have to let a higher power do?" I brainstormed a lot (storms were basically all my brain contained back then).

This week, while thrilling to the fun of "watching up" my winter garden, I not only saw true leaves emerging on carrots and radishes, but I received a moment of clarity, too. For about six years, I haven't had a garden. More than once, I have tilled the soil and imagined the various rows of winter vegies waiting for me to visit and munch down on the spot. But, again, fantasy gardening was what I had.

Now, god and I have actually planted a garden. This experience is one of the reasons I keep as close to the meetings, program and fellowship as possible. Without participating, I could only imagine sobriety and new potatoes.