It is ok, now, family, to see.

The Is is here and you are part of it and you are safe., and when you are convinced you are not: look up or over and one of us – another part of you – is there to remind you.

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Is just the way that we are tied in
But there’s no one home
I grieve, for you
You leave, me
So hard to move on
Still loving what’s gone
They say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on
The news that truly shocks
Is the empty, empty page
While the final rattle rocks
It’s empty, empty cage
And I can’t handle this
I grieve, for you
You leave, me
Let it out and move on
Missing what’s gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on and on and on
Life carries on in the people I meet
In everyone that’s out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Just the car that we ride in
The home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
As life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Did I dream this belief
Or did I believe this dream?
Now I will find relief
I grieve

Peter Gabriel

In my 6th cycle of working the steps, currently at step 7…I am safe and ready.

Of course we drank again. Such pain we found ourselves in, yesterday. How do you look today in the eye, with yesterday that way? How, without any solution but the one you found years ago: the blanket of intoxication off the shelf finally and put over you in comfort, to shelter you from the sober yesterday.

We will not regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it.

Alcoholics Anonymous

If they – the older ones, the caregivers, the mothers and fathers. – had shown me the One that actually is the bearer of the Burden I saw – validated that I saw it, I saw it even with 5 year old eyes – and that there is an Is that can handle it for me…

I might not have sought refuge in threads of that blanket. At least it kept me alive, kept me from hypothermia induced by shock, long enough to get here to “carry the message”, to testify:

Is

Julie and Elle, 2 philosophy majors on acid, figuring out that all the things can be summed up with one word.