It's a late winter morning. It is cold and there is a bit of snow on the ground from last night. My crocus, however, are in bloom... and that makes me happy.
I woke this morning after having a dream about being at a social event with three of my least favorite women in AA. In my dream, I called one of them a bitch and stormed off from wherever we were. I woke up and thought - oh, no, I have to go to that meeting and see those women this morning. Imagine my surprise, when just a half hour away from that dream, I walked into the meeting and the woman I had called a bitch in my dream moments ago looked at me and told me she needed to talk with me. We went into another room and she told me something about her boyfriend... and I got to be supportive to her.
Thank God that my actions are not always consistent with my feelings. I think my dream shows how I REALLY feel, but my actions can be loving anyway. By the Grace of God.
Today my son is coming over at noon. I am cooking corned beef and cabbage and we shall have our annual St. Paddy's day dinner. Yummmy. One or more of my daughters may show up.
My beloved drug addict daughter called me yesterday to tell me that she is on the waiting list for rehab. Oh, I am so glad. She sounded p.o.'d about it, so it rang true to me. No one will let her have her daughters unsupervised anymore and it seems this is more than she can bear. I am praying... praying... praying.