cropped-stunning-flower.jpgIt spoke to me one thousand times.

It patiently awaited my arrival.

There was nothing I could do to shut it down.

Nothing I could do to kill it.

It was forever knocking at the entry way of my mind, my heart.

I tried my best to slam the door shut.

Somehow in the wanting to feel good, I managed to accomplish feeling bad—a lot.

Somehow in the wanting to feel normal, mostly I felt confusion about what normal was.

Until I was ready to let Love in I would be a prisoner of my own making. Trapped in a body, a life, a mind that I wished was different.

Until I let Love in, I never knew how beautiful I already was.

Love coming in meant Love coming out.

The more Love came out the more Love was replenished.

I had found a cure to my dilemma of alcoholism.

It was self-Love.

There was no substitute for Love, try as I did.

I am grateful it spoke to me one thousand times and more.

The best choice I ever made was to listen.

The best choice I still make is to listen.