One Sunday in October, during my morning meditation,
I glanced out the window at the ash tree in our front yard.
At once I was overwhelmed by its magnificent, golden color!
As I stared in awe at God's work of art, the leaves began
to fall and within minutes, the branches were bare. Sadness
came over me as I thought of the winter months ahead, but
just as I way reflecting on autumn's annual process, God's
message came through. Like the trees, stripped of their leaves
in the fall, sprout new blossoms in the spring, I had had
my compulsive, selfish ways removed by God in order for me
to blossom into a sober, joyful member of A.A. Thank you god,
for the changing seasons and for my ever-changing life.