Friday Morning

Last night I met my running group for a trail run. It was so beautiful. The yucca (see above) are in bloom as are many wildflowers. It was glorious.

Who could have dreamed when I was a 32 year old drunken woman, smoking two packs of cigarettes a day, suicidally depressed - that I would someday be out running a mountain trail, loving life, breathing easy... at the age of 59 and a half! Sobriety has been very very good to me.

And now I must get to an AA meeting. And I must be on time, so I have to get ready.

Thanks be to God for the blessings that abound, in nature and our lives.