FAITH MONTH: DAY 17: “May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.” — Old Irish Blessing
So, as many of you know, I am really, really Irish. I love being Irish. It explains my temperament, my red emotional love of the Earth, nature, the ocean, and animals, so many things. And today is one of my favorite days of the year.
I love that this amazing Universe works so beautifully. In my case, I spent St. Patrick’s Day 1986 going to Detox after I was picked up on the freeway trying to get hit by a big truck at 3 am. I am so happy to say that I took my last drink and did the last of my drugs sitting outside the place where I got this amazing gift of recovery.
It was NOT my intention to do that. I did not know that people stopped drinking and getting high on purpose. WHAT???? That does not even make sense…didn’t then, and it doesn’t now. What a great place this life is today!
I was sharing pictures of the shamrocks in my yard. I got a small pot of shamrocks the day I got to that place where I spent my first 92 days. There was a luncheon (before I got there that day), and the ladies had brought up a little pot of shamrocks. The other ladies gave them to me since I was so Irish and so terribly f——d up that day. Those shamrock corms have grown in my homes ever since and have been moved a lot! I had to smuggle them into CA when I moved back a couple of times, because it is illegal to bring plants into CA. Now you know which law I have broken in recovery, besides my driving over the speed limit. Once an outlaw…you know…
Today I celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, the irony of this event, and my Irishness with the love of the Universe that created this story. While I have done all I can to remain happy, joyous and free, it is a tremendous gift of Grace and Love from a “GOD” I did not only NOT understand but wanted to remain in hiding from that it all happened. There are so many miracles in this that I cannot even begin to count. I wish you all the Irish blessings your heart can ever hold!