Comfort & Willingness

August 19

COMFORT AND WILLINGNESS

Closer than comfort is willingness.  Comfort is at the skin but willingness is under it. I can live without comfort but not without willingness.  Both are unseen but felt deeply.  Willingness drives to the destination and comfort settles me in once there.  Comfort is a gift like warmth; willingness is a gift like breath.  I have been tempted to let go of willingness to hold on to comfort.  True willingness brings true comfort; never the other way around.  No matter where I have to go, willingness will take me there; I hope comfort will follow.

Draw satisfaction on the wall of your brain.

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Go Where it’s Warm

The intangible rightness of cohesion is difficult to explain.

What is it that makes a group congregating into a congregation?

What makes a rag tag tousle into a home group?

It is the thing I yearn for, but dare not chase.

I know this too makes a grub into a butterfly,

yet private transformation seems necessary,

where the change of masses is gratuitous.

A thousand geese fly overhead;

arrows of individual miracles,

pointing the way to the meaning of it all.

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

Weight Problem

June 9

Weight Problem

I have trouble raising my 50 pound hand in meetings.  In between meetings I have the problem of trying to dial the 500 pound phone, which leaves me with this 2,000 pound weight on my chest and no air to breathe, no life to lead.  There is the difficulty of the relentless tyrant, my would be sponsor, the person I fail to ask.  Plus, the home group that does not support me, since they do not know my name.  All the while folks laugh and talk and have a good time, I can see none of them have suffered from my weight problem. 

Continue to move into your home

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CLONING DAYS

The novelty of sobriety causing sweet days

Wore to gauze and I attempted control

I cut, pasted and sutured elements of good living

In an effort to make 24 hours of personal perfection.

I was so sure I could replicate these jewel days

I would make perfect spheres, everything round and even

One after another like a string of pearls

The more I tried the harder God laughed

Days are their own planets

Saturn is different from Mars

And today will have as little to do with tomorrow

If I let it all work out.

Perfection is a thing which is born to live

Not a thing I can draft in a dish or test tube

Life will-out

Or chaos will prevail.

Go where it's warm

August 17

Go where it’s warm

The intangible rightness of cohesion is difficult to explain. What is it that makes a group congregating into a congregation? What makes a rag tag tousle into a home group? It is the thing I yearn for, but dare not chase. I know this too makes a grub into a butterfly, yet private transformation seems necessary, where the change of masses is gratuitous. A thousand geese fly overhead; arrows of individual miracles, pointing the way to the meaning of it all.

Score your rhythm so you can reflect the music of your soul

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THE DREAMER

What about the dreamer?

What about her, responds my sponsor.

You ask me about her like I was the one

Who pushed her off the cliff.

Are you saying I pushed her,

I questioned my sponsor.

Yes, that is just what I am saying.

Do you need me to sing it?

You wanted the dreamer to fly off,

To safety and happiness

And wanted her to take you with her.

In an attempt to grab hold of her ankles

And propel her to heaven

You threw her off the precipice.

Now she is broken and bleeding

Far from your sight

Your dreamer is damaged

And you ask about her?

Do you want to know what you did

And how to remedy it

Or were you looking to duck responsibility?

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