July 7
COLD AND FLU SEASON
The spiritual cold and flu season is upon me. I am awash in reaction and confusion. I have been overexposed to the dry thinking
and barking orders of the cough so associated with this disability. My eyes swell and blur with my refusal to
accept reality. The tickle of discomfort
from inhaling disagreeable ideas is small in comparison with the nausea I
suffer when I swallow every line of nonsense put forth from my dizzy and
congested mind. There is no pill to
dissuade my symptoms; I must raise the heat on this inertiac little bug. Parasites breed in the stagnant water of my
paralysis. If I move in my sobriety,
sweat a little and flush my system, I should be able to shake this insidious
germ. Then I can reach my hand out to
the people who caught the spiritual flu from me.
Write pretty words
on pretty paper.
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Tooth Fairies and Super Heroes
I never know who the tooth fairy is going to be.
Who might be the one person
who will know CPR in my hour of need.
Which unlikely friend will whisper to me
the secret code to my mental lock.
I have been caught off guard by the power
of the most unlikely wallflowers.
It is important for me not to prejudge,
but even more important to leave space for surprise
and the delightful aptitude of those around me
For that matter from strangers on the street.
it is good for me to remember there is change in my pocket
and a Resuscitation Certificate in my wallet.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
