Debra Darvick

From my earliest earliest years I remember my mother telling me, “If you see a piece of trash, don’t step over it. Pick it up and throw it away.” No matter where I am: in my neighborhood, out and about, on the hiking trails, if I see it I pick it up.  I draw the line at Band-Aids® and tissues, but other than that I pretty much live my mother’s motto.

When I came across this bottle top I put it in my pocket but not before flipping it over. Imagine! A beer company with a spirtual message. A friend in recovery once told me that alcohol is called spirits because we turn to substances when our spirits are empty, hurting or otherwise checked out and in need of fortification.

But back to our beer bottle wisdom. What you’re made of matters. What am I made of? I can roll the good stuff off pretty easily: sweet, creative, loving, playful.  It’s the other stuff that I’m made of that’s tougher to swallow: petty, not so great sometimes on follow through, impatient, impetuous. We can all come up with an alphabet of our strengths and strengths waiting in the wings for us to grow into them. I’m holding on to the bottle cap.  I did a good deed and was rewarded with thought-food to consider.