A MidWinter Night’s Dream
Lysander, Lysander, how much you knew.
My course of true love never did run smooth.
The wild waters rage, not clear, still, and blue.
Rushing towards death, and running from the truth.
Along the way, the murky muck lingers,
Of unfinished business, family conceit,
Dashing hopes with such heart wrenching wringers
On rocks of denial, and deep self-deceit.
How can one steer this white knuckle gripper?
To remain in grace? Remain in the light?
Turbulence tests the well-seasoned skipper,
To stay being true, unscathed, watertight.
Hoping downstream where the river runs wide,
To float in deep peace in the ocean tide.
I have been married to an addict for over 25 years. We met in 1980. Yes, we go wayyy back. I understand the plight of the addict, because although I myself do not deal with substance abuse personally, I have been known to do things obsessively and compulsively. I have empathy. So my husband breaks his sobriety after 4 years of recovery bliss. It tested the very core of my faith. I was angry. I was remorseful for my anger. I was disappointed. I was resentful. I was remorseful for my resentment and disappointment. Went through the whole gamut of emotions and came back to my mantra for life: To live in Grace. To exemplify GRACE.
This occurrence all came about while we were in the middle of finishing our book on healing ADDICTIONS through nutrition. Now I am supremely grateful that we have yet another story to tell that hopefully provide experience, courage and hope for those who encounter similar episodes in their life.
The accompanying image was taken in the springtime on the Merced River – just downstream of the Yosemite Valley in California.
The link to the book is