Walking through the Generalife gardens, I recognized something familiar in the lines, movement, rhythm, and flow. The garden felt choreographed. And before long, I wasn’t just admiring the performance, I was part of it.

A strange experience leaves me wondering about signs from loved ones, coincidence, sobriety, and whether everything in life needs an answer.

Recovery has required me to look honestly at my past and decide what I no longer want to carry with me. I think I’ve focused so much on what needed to be left behind that I forgot there were pieces of myself worth going back for.

Sometimes life is about finding joy in unlikely places. Like seeing a poodle wearing a clown nose hovering over the Current River while I’m Alive plays.