Alice

August 6

ALICE

Because I even wore out my welcome at the Mad Hatter’s house, I can sit on my hands at my sponsor's table and listen, listen, listen.  If I had been able to make a place for myself with the looking-glass folk, I could never have let myself lose my eccentricities and join in the fellowship.  Going down further than a rabbit hole, I lost my need to chase or scramble after bunnies for time or card tricks.  No more illusions for me.  I am awake and shaded by the tree of AA branching over me.  Sisters I didn’t know take my hand.

Dance with change.

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I didn’t mean to make you laugh

You think I’m witty, well, yes, I have always been like this,

no one knew quite what to do with me as a small child,

but I have grown into this acumen,

or possibly grown out into it, is closer to accurate.

I was dark witted when I was young,

I think of myself as less so now,

optimism is a blessing I have gained through the years,

it feels good and I keep it close.

I need to be a blithe spirit to travel the road I do.

Tears have their place, I know that for sure,

but I rather not go around with a puss on all day and all night.

Additionally it is so much about perspective; you see,

the honey makes the peas taste funny

but now they stick to my knife.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Un-imbedded

July 27

Un-imbedded

This week I have decided to be braver about where I invest my time, not all of it mind you but a portion of my diligent yet strangely unproductive time.  I have to say I am realizing that I hide in pretty much every area of my life and that is no way to live and a really bad example to offer.  The worst thing about hiding is it doesn't keep me safe; it just subjects me to different evils.  It reminds me of that poor reporter who was imbedded in a tank and he died from not moving and his blood pooling and dehydration, so the tank kept him from getting his head shot off, but killed him in a different way, so in the end he wasn't safe and neither am I.  I believe in prudence as a good policy, I do, but there is much that could make me stronger, happier, better, if I lift my head a bit and reach out my hand.

Defrost things which freeze you in place

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ALICE

Because I even wore out my welcome

at the Mad Hatters house,

I can sit on my hands at my sponsors table

And listen, listen, listen.

If I had been able to make a place for myself

with the looking glass folk

I could never let myself loose my eccentricities

And join in the fellowship.

Going down further than a rabbit hole

I lost my need to chase or scramble after bunnies

For time or card tricks.

No more illusions for me.

I am awake and shaded

by the tree of AA branching over me

Sisters I didn’t know take my hand.

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault