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Creed We have a long standing family tradition of viewing miracles as tragedy; this custom has afforded us many a fine escape from the unknown. Most things in life are bad; people, places, things, this belief is protective though useless. Ultimately I feel this belief is not what colors the dynastic impression of the miraculous, but the apprehension is due to the limited nature of the thing. I come from a line of dissatisfaction; miracles are provided when what is desired is panacea. If everything is not imperially resolved then it is all for naught because the same psyche which cannot begin a process without a guaranteed outcome can’t pickup the slack after a triumphant start. Give it all to me tied with a bow, I will begin the critique from there though I will accept, offer me a beginning fraught with uncertainty and I will decline. A secure entrenchment is preferred to inexact risk. I will die with my boots on, but I mustn’t leave the house. Respect your age * FRIENDS My sweet, dear, funny friend Steeped in beat Whose hand I can no longer hold. I yearn for the wildly flying words, like feathers in a snow The shock of hair and glinting eyes I see so clearly In my shivering mind. I must let go. I miss all the friends who for reason or no Have traveled down the yellow brick spiral to who knows where. My arms feel open and starved But there is no way for me to retain myself And follow them. Some are lost, altogether Some are lost only to me But my arms remain empty nonetheless. My ruined heart is sore and sad But chasing this friend or that Will not heal it. The lonely path before me is the answer for me. Possibly only for me among our former group And will the paths cross later in this day or next? I don't know and am better not knowing. My path requires me to release outcomes As well a kindred. I must travel with my arms open Some fall out of them And others find their way in. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Wax On “Sometimes a dish is just a dish,” I said to my sponsor. “Yes and sometimes it is the world away, which you hold in your hand,” her reply. I stand at the sink and try to wash the dishes when I am washing the dishes. I try to drive the car when I drive the car. These simple acts of concentration, focus and sooth the jagged mental sutures where I am supposed to be coming together, but ultimately come apart. Anything to break my frenetic gyrations is a blessing, anything to cut away to a closer view and a clearer understanding of where I really am; anything to derail the speeding blur of a life of my creation is good. What I do and who I am are secrets and mysteries when I don’t know how to pay attention and ironies when I do. And if you doubt me, just go ask Arnold. Contrast confusion * BLUE CROWS Blue crows streak across my dreaming minds sky They take up their post in a line of trees I stand at the edge of a burning field I feel nauseous at the thought of glorifying an 'active' life. Everything is burned, scared and crumpled The flashy crows call from the hedgerow. I know it's time to fly The fire is out and I have work to do. To keep the sparks and dormant embers from ruining another harvest. I must travel with these strange birds And live an odd but regimented life I needn't scorch my feet on this ground again. Like my companions I must spend sometime in survey If I do not fully assess this damage I might not fully embrace this dawn. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Patricide I never killed my father. Why finish a job that someone is completing all on his own. It’s not that I didn’t wish him dead; I did and do for that matter. Don’t misunderstand me, I wish him no harm, it’s just that he is like a creature so tortured that he is nothing but a danger and a misery. Left to live he is a hazard to everyone he has contact with, an agony to live inside. What can I wish for him, but departure and rest, something he can never give to himself. I don’t plot, don’t scheme, I only know; know in part, the terrible lie he lives and hurt he drags from place to place acting like it is not there and nothing matters; let’s just get by. So, if he is not dead he should be. He is the embodiment of the hurtful impotent god and I don’t kill that man but I kill the image, perish that thought. Provide for the future of your sanity * PRETTY FEET I look at the line on my heel Where I must stay vigilant with pumice and the moisturizer My toes clean and straight but nothing more. I see my feet as passable, it's hard to see them as beautiful, Well cared for is the best I can do But there is a beauty in that. I think of myself, I am an alcoholic There is nothing beautiful about alcoholism either. The care I take in tending my sobriety The nurturing I see others use in their own lives There is a certain loveliness to it. Crusted over hearts Scraped and oiled Fit and ready to beat anew. Polluted minds, drained and reformed To turn lives upright Step work and making meetings Is just a functionary thing But gorgeous in its own way Efficacy is a pearl not to be disregarded. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Three Card Monty When I learn to excel at the good games and learn to leave the bad ones alone I think I will be all right. Simple enough to do when I can take off this blindfold and see the long term consequences of my pursuits. Engage this pastime and have no future; abandon that play and squander hope. Eyes open wide, I see what there is to see, but around the corner I am lost for anticipatory sight and must guess at destinations let alone intention. Tricky, tricky, is this life which toys with me. I think I have the bow in hand, though as life rubs me wrong then right, I see I am played upon as much and as often as I play. I take up the reins, but must also be led, I can lay out the deal, but sometimes, I just have to roll the dice. Speak with your friends * ANGLE OF RETURN As in a hall of mirrors, it is sometimes hard to tell If I am moving forward in my recovery Likewise, as promises are fulfilled Their obtuse arrival is a quandary The juxtaposition of acute homecoming Of former faculties is also startling How the light reflects itself from sober face to sober face From open heart to open mind, is the spectral of hope to me. My soul seeks me day after day Though I left it so far behind It brings to me the person of God's intent And my new acquaintance. Patience, never my virtue, finds me stacked with packages Delivered in piles so high I can't keep up with opening them Never in my life have I known less about my future Or felt more assured. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Bad Acting Because there never seems to be enough love in the world to fill the wound, my wounded self riots. At times the debauchery seems good natured enough, flamboyant yet without harm, at other times the disturbance is apparently violent and the issuing tumult a crime. All for want of wholeness and sanity I pursue shattered fractured activity just to keep from dwelling where I cannot live, where there is no air. I want land beneath my feet and full, full lungs; on my own I find neither of these and little else of use. Isolation even in a crowd is the tell tale sign that I am in the me, myself and I mode of drowning in a teacup and require rescue. Little more than raising my hand above the surface and asking for help is needed though this is a Herculean effort as we all know. Rowing up stream is a bigger battle then it ever looks and I know the river runs through me. Turn, turn, turn then rest * UNNECESSARY WORDS I've spent years trying to put names on the streets in my 12th step map. Post clear signs with monikers easy to remember, themed and progressive But I have been wasting my time, the map is there, no doubt. I have seen people follow it to varying degrees. The names are unnecessary, like ants, we trail each others scent. We track so closely as not to loose visual contact, we don't play with our survival. Or we are bees standing in front of the meeting doing the dance, which describes the path to sobriety with meaningful jokes, and well earned tears. As I stand at the foot of a few twenty-fours and see the evolution of my recovery I realize the names in the placards are ever-changing. Meaning and value pour through the kaleidoscope of time and come out as indescribable gifts, which I can only give through action. I will no longer fritter away my time looking for tags and titles You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Suit up, Show up I stand naked, paralyzed, unable to reach my intended destination or any destination at all. Goose flesh is no real motivation and I am reluctant to use the prod having only produced resistance and reversals with past applications of this weapon. Entreatment might work if only I could find the right one; then again anything might work if it were a fit. Covering my all-together is an action; taken judiciously it sometimes is all the arrival I can manage, taken disingenuously it precludes the chance for any further forward motion and may create set back or retreat. I should not attempt to hide fear with wardrobe though I can try to warm it. Façade building is best done with a bottle in tow reality is best faced with a sponsor by my side. Acknowledge pain, acknowledge joy * OLD BEARS Cold and Despondent Nothing comforts me like the bear of early sobriety Bought on a day I thought I would shake apart This fuzzy old guy has been a display item, For many years now, Tucked to the corner with the lace edged pillows and folded shawls. Jittery and Sleepless It's easy to panic. I turn and see the amber eyes waiting for my embrace His body clothed in a hand knit child's sweater made by a friend The warmth of this snuggle is more than comfort It is also the acceptance of loss. Quelling the dramatic highs and lows of the beginning cost many things And the depth of this is not lost in the moment. Alone in my bed the passageways to the future appear to me I must rest and then walk on I cannot stall or simper, plain work is before me And simple old bears a consolation. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Malaria Flailing, reaching, screaming; hiding, avoiding, misdirecting, theses are subsets in a list of extremes whose commonality is lacking, lacking humility. I fall to pieces just thinking of standing exposed, imperfect and unprotected. I’m not sure what I think will happen to me in this posture; instantaneous death? Couldn’t be, I’m not that lucky, nor am I foolish enough to think that I am that lucky. Possibly, I fear rancorous humiliation, but really who is powerful enough to do that to me? I know and like myself well enough to deflect obvious flying nonsense, so what is it that I do flee? I think it is the endless grinding inelegance of life, the stinging nettled nature of things, my inability to weave my way around my weakness and slip into the open unpoisoned. I fear exchanging peace for failure. Humility is when I know I cannot fail. Be conscience of judgment and try not to react to it * WET BLANKET I have carried this sodden thing with me all my life. It's weight a burden for numerous years, I have never been able to explain my continuing drag of this pitiful thing Though it has been commented on by many. My fidelity is boundless In spite of inner questions and doubts. Now that the fire is here I am glad to have it. I pull it over me and step into the fray. Thick and moist, I somehow struggle under its influence And am able to do what others, bare of my encumbrance, cannot I don't believe I can quench all the flames but I hope to help some to safety And bat down the encroaching inferno a bit. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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If I name it do I know it? Does emotional proximity necessitate a nearer name? Far off I would be called earthling possibly human. On this plain, female maybe woman; in this country Mrs. Theriault; in my home call me Sherrie, but in my bed hy calls me Baby. Do these names offer the requisite information, no further inquires required, is it personal enough? Is the limited nature a stunted interest from without or a privacy fence from within? Does the boundary shift dependant upon the participants or is it an almost universal standard of metered advance and reveal? And do I get more when I give more or does that end in less info and a change of direction? Also who determines what I really need to know? Wanting curiosity; my hungry mind and lonely heart do not direct all the world, yet ceaselessly they strive, shutter and ask again: Who are you? Step toward yourself * JAG I have the most interesting lawn ornament. It is long and sleek, low to the ground, Resting on rubber rolls, Steep of side and languid front and back It has glass, glass which slants And glass which slops into its sides. It's paint shines when I buff it And shows dust when I don't. Inside there are seats and many artistic accessories I sit on the steps and admire the thing Then I sit in the thing and admire the porch That's all there was until I was handed the key. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Bent, Spindled, Mutilated Injury changes memory, not just the memory of the individual trauma, but the very nature of the mind. The hooks and loops distort and I can’t hold on as I once did. The misses and disconnects become more frequent, then they become expected. Emotional fluff-ups do not suffice, the hardware is damaged and a positive attitude is advisable but the pliers are a necessity. Some things are easier to break than to repair, in fact most things are easier to break, no skill required, though some take it on as skill, most destruction is ignorant or accidental, nothing personal just a part of a pain filled landscape. Direct intervention is not the same as hands-free degradation, though both have their cost. Redemption, restoration, is sought from all comers. Possibilities and probabilities stack; action is a relief, whether or not it is a fix. I take a breath to face the final blow, for when the cost adds up and I look for recompense all I hear is the check is in the mail. Line the bin so the ick won’t stick * 20 CART PILEUP What's the problem here? Asks my sponsor, as she approaches my apparent impasse. Well, I've been trying to get these carts lined up What do you think of my progress? How many carts do you have here? A few, quite a few, why? And how many horses? She asks Just the one, the same as everyone else, I answer. And where is this poor animal? Back here. Behind the carts OK, we have a twofold problem here. First, one horse can handle only one cart. So pick ONE Second, that sad creature needs to be in the proper position To do any good at all. You had best figure out a way to get him in front Or you will remain stuck Even after you whittle down your burden. I was stunned She went to her cart Climbed to the seat And took the reins How long did it take you to get yours like that? I ask Honey it takes every day. Don't kid yourself I wake up every morning with the same train wreck Your standing in now. Learn to sort faster And you'll have the rest of today You can start over With us tomorrow. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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When is enough, enough? “What is the difference between full and all? Don’t know? Well, let me tell you,” said my sponsor with a wink. “Full is when the broccoli that went perfectly with the entrée leaves a pleasant smile on your face, full is when the arrow on the gas gauge points to F, these are little indicators of full. Indications that you have reached all: the wet scary feeling in your mouth after your second piece of pie, all is the gas pouring down the side of your car because you have to try to squeeze more in.” “Yes, yes,” I reply, “I know when I’ve overdone it; I resent everyone or at least I am cranky about everything. I know when I’m under doing it, too; I get either a lost feeling or the sense that I should be in charge, but how do I really know that I am doing enough?” “If your sponsor has a good idea of where you are mentally, physically and spiritually; if the people in your home group can count on you to contribute service regularly. If most people in most meetings know not just your face, but also your name. If your sponsees freely admit that you are their sponsor, those are sure signs. Though the biggest signal for me is how constant my contact is. If I’m reluctant to pray I’m usually not doing enough of something.” Learn from pain * MATH If this is the solution why aren't I happy? I ask my sponsor in a piteous whine. You've run the equation and the solution equals happiness? She queries, that's the whole and total answer? How many times did you go through the computations? What's your point? Are you saying happiness isn't the answer? What about joy and freedom? I heard someone say that was the goal I know that's what I heard. Let's think about it for a hot second What would you think If I worked the steps as hard as I do And as a result walked around in a perpetual grin? I'd think you had lost your mind. So you're telling me you believe The product of recovery is idiocy? The thing we all are aspiring to is bliss and nothing but? No, I guess not. Then what is the solution for you? I ask. A tally which fits the day I'm having Joy sometimes fits that bill But other days it's sadness or concern There have been days when disbelief And dismay were part of the appropriate response. For me, the solution is having an equation That helps me respond to life Instead of reacting to it. That's better than unending happiness That's wholeness she said with a grin You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Clever Me I am clever, I am so clever, everyone knows it and I know it, too. So, why do I get slam stuck on the very simple things required to keep my life running smoothly? I know what needs to be done, yet have no clue as to how to accomplish these threads of minutia. I stall; panic, plod, pout. When I do force myself to do it I end up creating either a new pile of impossible incidentals or some anticlimactic end, but secret solutions are as of yet undiscovered. The whip, the lash and the club avail nothing though sweet enticements do no better. I pray, “Dear G-d please help me!” but this has no point, I don’t want the help, I am afraid of the help, I am afraid of the change and of course who wouldn’t be? Beyond here lay someone I don’t know, someone I only fear, beyond here lay the fearless me and I am clever enough to be afraid of her. Fill the potholes in your thinking * THE PROCESS The mountains don't wash away like sandcastles The amount of persistence required is far greater. Acorns don't work like sunflowers Not everything is instant gratification. Marathons aren't run in seconds If you don't love the whole adventure, pick a smaller goal There is no shame in sunflowers or sandcastles or microwave popcorn As long as you want it and hold it in esteem Time-consuming, life-consuming journeys Have a high price in boredom And are not worth the consumption If that is not where your heart leads you You don't have to love washing the pans To be a good baker But it helps Peace is in the process. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Suddenly Creeping realization has never been my experience with G-d’s handy work in my kitchen. I start out making a mess and I find in short order that G-d has made a meal; fit food for apt hunger. I could throw myself into the kneading and shaping, but without the yeast which is so freely given I have no bread; only a lump that will choke me in the end. Even my very own abilities are gifts I was incapable of offering to myself and are only found here in my possession through sheer grace. I have woken up with my face saliva glued to the table top far too often only to discover my Higher Power doing and I am grateful; for without that action I would be un-done. Learn to live with the shadow of the moon * HOW RED IS RED I check my color and contrast I paint the setting sun Add a bit of yellow And fill to the edge burgeoning poppies Add more blue and paint the blood Which pools around my mind The equalizer of all my mental conversations Too much is never enough, as the story goes I pursue my shades and signatures Too much for the fingers and not enough for the toes I disregard fraudulent crimson I scale the mountains of intention looking for perfection The leach of my addiction drains the other colors from my rainbow My sponsor asks only one question "How red is red?" You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Water Buddha The longer on the river I am the less I fear the river. I still don’t know what lay ahead, anything may wait for me just around the next bend, but I fear this less and less. Experience is a great foundation no matter what you are building or in which direction. I’ve gotten my sea-legs, a sure sign of the mind cooperating with the realities the body is experiencing. I have learned to avoid some forms of trouble and anticipate fortune more often. Further on could be waterfall, ocean, dam; I will contend with any or all, come what may, for when it comes to riding the river I have learned the most important thing: I don’t need to push. Be left, be right, be yourself * THE ORDER I can't expect delivery if I haven't placed the order I never seem to know what I want Until after I have accepted something else. I can remember thinking order meant procedure not procurement Set the table, not end my hunger I focused on rational intent and turned my face from desire Assailing outcomes leads to disappointments Asking for a hole to be filled may cause dumping Not management or conservation It's good to have a plan before signing the requisition Please help me know who I am So I know what I want I can make a request and stop accepting orders of attack Don't let me order the end While I am still at the beginning You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Two X’s I play sport at the three X folks and their still sometimes skewed thinking. Yet, I attack myself for feeling like a babe in the woods. Old and wise should be my stock and trade by now though I find vastness at my door regularly and confidence struggles to peek in the window. What in the world will I do if I can’t perfect this stuff soon? Hopefully nothing as foolish as fretting or anything as mean spirited as accusation, possibly I could try reception. Truly this only comes in gift wrap and after twenty years I would hope I had learned to live in the present. Think kindly of chickens if not of cowards * THE ORPHANAGE OF MY HEART The orphanage of my heart hold many children of the past They gaze at me Fixed in an attempt to draw me near their needs I scurry, often my head down, eyes averted Not knowing how to offer comfort or consideration To these hapless souls. Fearing the largess of poverty I decline to open my small purse What could I tender Other than a tease? Nearly barren, in my heartbroken, disconsolate, inconsolable state, I rarely even obligate myself to extending my hand This is the pit of my idiocy These wee ones have the world of hope and strength to give I am their offertory I am the place where their gold resides They live inside me to fill me and bind me to life and light I flee them in the height of misunderstanding Disconnected from these inner spirits I am impoverished And far too weak to grasp their help I too fogged to see the world within Starve in the world without You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Whirly Gigs Pivot points and reference points subtlety disguised as harmless bric-a-brac escape my comprehension until I either stumble or land on one or the other and ponder the affect. Realization that much of my life’s contentment hinges like a door shocks me, though I don’t know why it should. Isn’t it the way of things that it all turns on a whim or at the very least hangs on fine gauged calculation? I am not the capricious vixen I accuse myself of; I am however human and given to a certain amount of fickle fussy frenzy which all reckons out given enough perspective and wit. Resuscitate inspiration * CALIBRATE COINCIDENCE Do good Do right Line up with the next movement Get the universe into the sprockets of my desires And make the miracles flow in my direction Ah, The boy scout merit badge of sobriety I force spiritual alchemy through the pasta maker Of my small life Expecting gold And where is God? Where is the realness of reality? Where is my place in this hairy mess? Well, who knows Am I the Wizard, the Chemist? The mechanic of the galaxy? Though I wish and hope In truth I am not the one who calibrates coincidence I am the receiver of. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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03-27-2015, 05:57 AM | #2596 |
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New Borne What happens when you finally get what you want, what you barely dared to dream? What happens when you can hardly do more than drip tears down from smiling eyes? Where do you go with a future filled with proposed joy? Heaven is an option if only you believed, but hell has been such a perennial destination it’s hard to realize there will be no return trip this year or possibly ever again. The work required to change from an attitude of longing to one of satisfaction is as real as all the work needed thus far. Tending love is a host of disciplines I want to step to, like I have done it all my life, like I was born to do it and I was, yet, still growth is accompanied by its own pain and awkwardness and who am I to deny this treat. Any new life worth living is worth the pain to bear it. Turn up your smile * FEELINGS Getting my feelings back Was like a package delivered. Not a letter bomb More like live squid or bait of some kind It was something to catch me out there. I think overcoming the shock Was more or less the small part Though it seemed to loom at the time. The squirming, the writhing of my soul Was like a pregnancy following a bad dream. I wondered how this became a part of me. I squandered my days Hoping it would leave quietly some night soon. Like all difficult relationships I attempted to hold my breath through it. Failing this, I tried to offer my feelings a guest wing in my heart And a never ending supply of tea and cookies. When the reality of life with feelings planted itself firmly in me I let out my breath, stopped the hostess act And endeavored to roll with it. This worked well. I have since invested in a wet-suit and fins The squid are much easier to live with When I meet them on their turf. You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Feelings/Facts Delay is when I don’t deal with the tack, don’t deal with the finish nail, land up with a 12 penny in my heel and think about waiting for the railroad spike. Rebellion is when I run through the razor-wire fence expecting to make a clean get away. If I don’t socialize my problems when they are puppies all hope is lost when faced with the big dogs. Exiting out the fifth story window is suicide in fact, but in my thinking I am merely rebelling. Willingness and cooperation make a dynamic duo; powerful combatants of delay, rebellion, many other joy killing, life stealing foe. A life led with cooperation and willingness is not necessarily perfection, but it often feels that way. Coax loose your tangled frustrations * FUTURE TENTS The future seeps in through the windows Like the dawn steeling across the sky Once I inhale it, I am out of doors Only the lightest of canvas covering me The opening, flaps in the breeze The wind of unbidden things echoes Off the wall of people Shut out from this adventure I brace myself for the cutting current But am greeted by the softest of zephyrs I duck out I stand unfettered Lonely whispers call But I am isolated The scene is empty, serene and beautiful There are other tents Other seekers standing on other hills But they see their own futures From the vantage of their own tents And thankfully I am left to see mine You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Yes, Virginia there is a solution Suspended in the colloid of sobriety the overly large molecule, which is me, finds a fix I couldn’t imagine. I can get better, I do get better, I have a set of values to substitute into the old equations. I now live in a mixture where there is one thing in common and all the rest are variants which ordinarily don’t mix. The scientific method is entry to homogenous living; a concept that never made it to the table in my days as a rogue element. And with all this on board, the thing I love the best is that it grows; what I can do and how I can do it is an ever widening frame of reference, even things which were once outside of my view are now possible. I am grateful that there is a solution; I am amazed that it is the solution to everything. Rethink awkward restriction * CRAZY I try on crazy The way I sometimes get out the jump rope And see if all those muscles still work. The unemployed, unexploited Fallow nature of my once fertile insanity Saddens me in an odd way Today is a place I stand in stiff comfort Even though it has taken concerted effort to get here There are days I slip from reality The way I can slip off a chair I no longer allow myself to lounge on the floor Pride is not so much the issue as hygiene Crazy is bad for my health I gave it up like cigarettes or romance novels I don't have enough time Or insurance for these dalliances Though I do remember them all with fondness You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Catalog of Growth The right seed in the right season grows a garden of miracles for me. I get the food for my table or the stores for winter, sometimes when I’m in a Jack like predicament, right planted seeds can provide a bean stalk of escape from my restricted life. I have a role to play with these wonders. I must sort the seeds from the pebbles. I must let the kernels out of my pocket and into the ground. I water when I can and harvest what comes to fruition. Though the best by far is the part when I get to share the seeds. Putter in your emotional garden * RAIN The rain makes shadows of water It spills onto the ground like tiny worlds What had been airborne and mist Is now earthbound and integral Feeding, cutting, learning the world Once I contemplated theories and mystery Now washing dishes is a spiritual service The view was lovely when I was above it all But now I course through the veins of life There may come a time when I am untouchable again But by then I will have been a part of it all I will carry the world with me always An orbiting servant Not just above but through You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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Face and Ass “It is hard to save your face and save your ass at the same time.” What I haven’t tried in an attempt to live my life as a showman spotlight front and center. What I wouldn’t sacrifice to keep peace and image intact, but in the end it was just that, my end, that saved me from a life chasing prevention of defacement. I can’t live with the posture of an ostrich it leaves so much at risk. Hiding my face won’t protect it no matter how much I wish it would. I have to put my butt in a seat, a seat up front where folks get to know my face. I have to try my best yet still make mistakes and let people know my ass as well. Being a part of AA saves my behind, once that is cosseted, my face might just get its day in the sun. Don’t invite ridicule, but deal with it if it comes knocking at your door * PADUANS The pussy willows bloom Looking much like crested poultry The coldest part of my heart Is fighting to thaw in this early spring Weather is not of the mind to be rushed My hopes nor the changing calendar Can persuade the warmth into the May morning It's May for me too No longer the early sobriety of January The years have marched on I wait for the delivery of my returning brains Long-term sobriety has begun I am still beset with the chill of fragility I desire dignity but find myself strutting Like a fowl with blooming plumage Addled and gawky Don't worry says my sponsor The pussy willow is in no way less For showing itself In the rawness of growth You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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