What

March 5

What and When, When and How……and Why

Arriving at the place where I have nothing to prove, afforded me the luxury of not having to proclaim the amount of time I have, when I share in a meeting.  Taking the score keeping out of the equation I was then able to think of what it was that motivated me to speak in a meeting.  Self-Possession, a great gift to inhabit, a greater gift to demonstrate; quiet dignity is a real favorite of mine.  If I am calm yet in control, if there is time, if there is a lull, I can share parts of my experience.  If I have chaos, an agenda, a theory, a grudge it is all better left unsaid in the meeting and saved for the less vulnerable ear of my sponsor.  For if I am wrong I might persuade in error and if I am right I might convert in righteousness. 

 Why is it that what I never say rings louder than anything I do?

Leave gossip where you find it

*

MOTE

I dug the mote, the alligators came on their own.
The rain fell, I did not bid it.
I've burned all the bridges
I've sold the farm.

I wonder at the company I keep
The birds fly in and stay for a season
Friends used to wave as they passed
Now my island is overgrown.

I stand to my chin in the tall grass
I guess it's a matter of maintenance
What I don't keep pruned grows back
The connections I don't secure weaken and fail.

I am subject to all that falls, if I don't keep my roof on.
The wind chaps me without the walls of my home
No clothes and I burn
No joy and all I do is cry.

It takes more than a continuous ditch
To protect my heart.
More than water and reptiles
To safeguard my soul.

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

Moat

March 6

MOAT

I dug the moat; the alligators came on their own.  The rain fell; I did not bid it.  I’ve burned all the bridges.  I’ve sold the farm.  I wonder at the company I keep.  The birds fly in; some stay for a season.  Friends used to wave as they passed.  Now my island is overgrown; I stand to my chin in the tall grass.  I guess it’s a matter of maintenance.  What I don’t keep pruned grows back.  The connections I don’t secure weaken and fail.  I am subject to all that falls if I don’t keep my roof.  The wind chaps me without the walls of my home.  No clothes, I burn.  No joy and all I do is cry.  It takes more than a continuous ditch to protect my heart.  More than water and reptiles to safeguard my soul.

Memorize an affirmation for a pet.

*

What and When, When and How……and Why

Arriving at the place where I have nothing to prove,

afforded me the luxury of not having to proclaim

the amount of time I have, when I share in a meeting.

Taking the score keeping out of the equation

I was then able to think of what it was

that motivated me to speak in a meeting.

Self-Possession, a great gift to inhabit,

a greater gift to demonstrate;

quiet dignity is a real favorite of mine.

If I am calm yet in control,

if there is time, if there is a lull,

I can share parts of my experience.

If I have chaos, an agenda, a theory, a grudge

it is all better left unsaid in the meeting

and saved for the less vulnerable ear of my sponsor.

For if I am wrong I might persuade in error

and if I am right I might convert in righteousness.

Why is it that what I never say

rings louder than anything I do?

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