Tuesday, 22 April 2014

NEW SOIL . . . NEW ROOTS


Moments of perception can build into a lifetime of spiritual serenity,
as I have excellent reason to know. Roots of reality, supplanting the
neurotic underbrush, will hold fast despite the high winds of the forces
which would destroy us, or which we would use to destroy ourselves.



AS BILL SEES IT, p. 173



I came to A.A. green–a seedling quivering with exposed taproots.
It was for survival but it was a beginning. I stretched, developed,
twisted, but with the help of others, my spirit eventually burst up
from the roots. I was free. I acted, withered, went inside, prayed,
acted again, understood anew, as one moment of perception struck.
Up from my roots, spirit-arms lengthened into strong, green shoots:
high-springing servants stepping skyward. Here on earth God unconditionally
continues the legacy of higher love.
My A.A. life put me “on a different footing. . . [my] roots grasped a new soil.”

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