My husband and I are both in recovery, and all summer we have a weekly bonfire meeting at our house. There’s a kind of magic that happens – a group of drunks in the woods, the crackle of the fire, the evening birdsong, the last rays of the setting sun, and not a keg or can in sight.
Sometimes poignant, sometimes funny – we share our joys, our heartbreaks, our fears, our dreams. Yes, spirit is here. We open our hearts and our home to give back, but we get so much more in return.
Our gratitude is immeasurable. Yes, Spirit is here.