September 3
Where’s Your Chair?
Is the ring more unnatural for the tamer or the lion? One the trapped, the other the trapper. Who is the more in danger; the one with loss
of freedom or the one with possible loss of life? And while this question is still in play the
next question is begged. Why is there a
ring? What is worth the price paid by
the whip holder or the whipped? Spectacle
is a thing whose cost reaches from the forest to the trees; can take you from
the highest rung down to your knees. All
this lost for some Owwe’s and Ah’s from people needing diversion from the ring
they turn tricks in.
Refuse delivery of bad acts
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HOW EVER YOU CAN
I heard --Let go with love.
You know how to do that? Asked my sponsor.
No that’s why I’m here to see you,
But it sure sounds like something I should do.
Well in a perfect world maybe we can all do it
that way.
But for now let go with a mean look in your eye.
Let go with rage in your heart.
Let go with words boiling on you tongue.
Let go with the butter knife up to its hilt in the
jelly jar.
Let go standing at the sink wishing for some other
life.
Let go as a reflex
Let go as an anthem, as a prayer, as a
declaration.
Let go even when you don’t feel you are holding on
anymore.
At the same time-hold on to what’s important---
Your recovery---Your Higher Power, and your sense
of humor.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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