April 5
Please Sir
Gratitude is a thing which collects and solidifies, it’s
pink and I can walk around on it. Some
days it is a broad highway and other times a winding spindling track. Ever present if I am mindful, gratitude roots
out pests and pestilence while planting a garden beyond my dreams. Gratitude is like handholding; it warms and
strengthens me, keeps me connected to real life and reassures me that I am not
alone. Many days I find a way to make a
face and pout, plundering the rich rewards of sobriety for the thin gruel of
discontent, poke me with a stick on these days and remind me who I am, for I am
never Oliver even if I feel a little twist.
Rest between great ideas
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FEELING TEMPLES
I failed to appreciate the initial onslaught of feelings
I spent much time trying to capture them
Lock them away or in some other way submarine them
This only had the effect of retarding my recovery
I had to reframe my thinking
I had to start with simple calisthenics, embrace and celebrate
As my emotional health began to take shape
I started the foundations for tiny shrines
Each with its own theme
Happiness had a party going on until all hours
With grief there seemed to be a constant internment in progress
Body or no
Fear showed on IMAX film
Of the realities of life on earth
Curiosity had an endless library plus a DSL line
Making myself a willing and frequent visitor
To these contrasting places
Created in me wholeness and peace
Never again do I have to trudge
The two dimensional desert
Of my monochromatic former life
I failed to appreciate the initial onslaught of feelings
I spent much time trying to capture them
Lock them away or in some other way submarine them
This only had the effect of retarding my recovery
I had to reframe my thinking
I had to start with simple calisthenics, embrace and celebrate
As my emotional health began to take shape
I started the foundations for tiny shrines
Each with its own theme
Happiness had a party going on until all hours
With grief there seemed to be a constant internment in progress
Body or no
Fear showed on IMAX film
Of the realities of life on earth
Curiosity had an endless library plus a DSL line
Making myself a willing and frequent visitor
To these contrasting places
Created in me wholeness and peace
Never again do I have to trudge
The two dimensional desert
Of my monochromatic former life
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
