Will You Get to the Other Side

September 8

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?

Tell the truth as if it were the weather.

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Helping Hands?

Why would you go to a rattler for a snakebite remedy?

It feels so much like the hair of the dog that bit me.

The truth is I must, must stay away from the quick answers.

I am a slow healer, but I do heal if I allow myself to do so

unencumbered by poison or untruth.

When I am returning to the vomit of my past

it is incumbent upon me to search for the old lies

and/or the new ones, either or both will get me drunk;

do I even need the help of a prescription pad?

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

The Slick Nature of Grace

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

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

Will You Get to the Other Side?

September 8

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?

Tell the truth as if it were the weather.

*

Helping Hands?

Why would you go to a rattler for a snakebite remedy?

It feels so much like the hair of the dog that bit me.

The truth is I must, must stay away from the quick answers.

I am a slow healer, but I do heal if I allow myself to do so

unencumbered by poison or untruth.

When I am returning to the vomit of my past

it is incumbent upon me to search for the old lies

and/or the new ones, either or both will get me drunk;

do I even need the help of a prescription pad?

The Slick Nature of Grace

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

*

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.