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The Sculptor

April 4




I'm stuck in a block; my sponsor chips away at me.  I struggle to hold still.  With surgical precision, she cuts through the debris with which I have surrounded myself.  After my sponsor frees my hand and arm, she places a hammer in my open fingers.  When the other arm and hand are rescued, she places a chisel in that hand.  This is how, before my head showed above the surface, I began to help in my own restoration.  I am the sculptor the program has made me.  Recovery has taught me I can be anything if I keep chipping away at the things that hold me hostage.  As time travels on, I am a new shape with each turn through the steps and have an ever-lustrous finish with every application of the traditions.

  Everything has its own intelligence and you do, too.