I Can Fly

In last week’s New Yorker magazine there was a great cartoon by Farley Katz.

The illustration shows a man on an island—stereotypical cartoon island... a patch of land and one palm tree surrounded by water. The man is wearing a cape, a shirt with a lightening bolt and boots—super hero ensemble—and he’s sitting hugging his knees.
The caption says, “Oh my God—I just remembered I can fly.”

Funny yes, but this brought tears to my eyes. This is the illustration of recovery. All these years feeling stranded on the tiny remote island of fear, addiction, abandonment, and held there by inner voices that hold me captive, and then it comes to me; I’m recovering, I have resources, I have new ideas, I have new beliefs, I have different voices and “Oh my God—I just remembered I can fly.”