Reading the book Blackout by Sarah Hepola reminded me how addictions kill our ability to experience simple pleasures. This is one of the best reasons I can think of to get sober. Although, when we are addicted to substances, or to lying, or to possessions, or to simple hatred, we believe that letting go of these things will kill us. Ironically, hanging on to them will rob us of every simple delight this world has to offer.
I wrote this short poem years ago to express my disappointment with my own mother’s emotional absence:
My mother came to see me
but she didn’t
she looked at fear and anger instead
while angels waited
Each of us is subject to this type of blindness. Act now to…