Yesterday March 20th was the first day of spring. The  vernal equinox came , and officially, in spite of the predictions of any little groundhogs, spring is here.  It is a welcomed event for many of us that trudge through the darker seasons of fall and winter longing for the warmer, sunny days of spring , and summer. Here we are, again, on the other side looking forward!

Over the past several months many things have happened in our new sober lives. I know it is true for all of us, because I go to meetings, and listen to my friends share their experience. Some events were good, and some not so pleasant, but each event is part of the greater tapestry of living, and so perfect in its own season.  The sadness of death, and the joy of seeing new life, lost defects, and new principles, we have seen positives and negatives ad infinitum, but the possibility for new things to come into our lives makes the joy sweeter, and the sorrow bearable.

When I was drinking nothing new could enter without being polluted by my skewed reality; like a dirty glass making clean water murky.  Now, if I am willing, the sunlight of the spirit will enter in, and there is no telling what sort of  fruit the litany of my experiences might bare. Spring has come, and I take the time to reflect on the things that have happened over the course of another winter. Looking forward, I am greatful for my faith that lets me to believe that the most satisfactory years of my existence lie ahead.