August 29
The Slick Nature of Grace
The higher I climb, the more severe the fall; the sweeter my
life, the more brittle my blood sugar. I
must be more careful as I get better. I
thought being sober would make my life free from care, but I think it is a
freedom from fretting that might be more accurate. I must still climb and take in all the
sweetness which comes my way, but always I must vigilantly keep my
balance. Hold on tighter; eat more
protein. Grace is a glorious thing and I
am the consecrated recipient who knows the slickness of the slopes and the
cunning of the glucose. Daring to be
sober is an athletic endeavor I must tighten my cleats and sharpen my sweet
tooth.
Check your motives against something fixed, then against something in
motion
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WILL YOU GET TO THE OTHER SIDE
Chickens stand together on the edge of the road
Pecking and scratching
People make fun.
People tell jokes
But it’s not so funny when we are the ones
Playing on the tracks.
We forget that all the excuses about
Longing for excitement and
Not wanting to be cut off from the world
Sound like so much cackling
To the ears of people who value their lives.
Life in the pasture or the backyard
Is fulfilling if you want it.
That kind of life is no adrenaline rush
But then again isn’t adrenaline just another drug.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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