Rejection

October 15

REJECTION

Rejection is a game of endurance, a boundary enhancing process, a test of survival.  Rejection sought or unsought is a challenge.  Sometimes rejection is a flare lighting the need for a change of tactics or direction.  Though, it is hard to view rejection as a beacon rather than condemnation.  Rejection is also the counterbalance for acceptance.  Risk is nothing if rejection is not part of the equation.  I cannot value a yes if you could not say no.  Rejection is the safety valve when putting myself in situations where I don’t belong.  I get sent back to the world of possibilities when the kindness of rejection ejects me from the wrong choice.

Look at the keyhole then look at the key.

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Autonomic

Alcoholics in isolation go no place good.

Isolation is too expensive to keep;

whether it is a bad habit or worse.

How I hold to a receding thing such as this?

I am amazed that I accomplish this difficult task

and fear my ability to do something simple like breathe.

I wonder often why destruction is so seductive when life is fine.

Yet, I hear the cloying whispers of lonely isle shores,

I must bind myself to friendship

and hold firm to companions for the water is no place for me,

I have forgone my once liquid life.

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 Throng

February 6

THE THRONG

The more people I meet, the more vehemently I do not believe in God.  The tidal wave of human ignorance hits me and the sheer and repetitive force of it is more than my single souled craft can bear.  Cyclical, coincidental tragedy coupled with purposeful meanness, barbed with arrogance and misaligned fear hold my child's faith under a scalding bath of realism.  What to do?  I do not know. 

The fragility and perniciousness of life war with each other, though loss wins out.  What can I use to keep myself from withdrawal into despondent hibernation?  Looking for glimmers of goodness in the sea of overwhelming depravity is not cutting it with me.  Mystery as an explanation is not working either.  I am not a retarded five-year-old; I am a despairing thirty-eight-year-old and I am tired of game-playing and coyness.  I want a God to arrive, not with explanations, but solutions.  I am not looking for a punishing parent to send errant persons to bed without supper.  I am looking for the equation of repair, the dance steps to healing.  I am yearning for a global twelfth step, a universal attunement and galactic spiritual awakening.  And by the way, I want it now.

If you can’t write, sing.

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More Than Less

There is a difference between

doing G-d’s will and winning,

though sometimes they look the same.

Skin deep appearance or monetary prowess

share no border with the will of G-d,

but these can stack as transparencies

seeming invisible to the uninitiated practitioner.

The organs exist and blood flows in the living thing

and the shell is hard, lifeless; though it glints.

Success can be the mantel of right compliance

or the shroud of something deadly.

I mustn’t be pushed or pulled by the desire

of accolades or acceptance,

nor shall I flee into a trap for fear of ridicule or rejection.

The lacerations of emotional infliction,

unloving judgments and imprudent fallout

cause me to flinch in the face of changing focus

and relinquishing hope of control.

I am powerless over everything and responsible to everything.

Anything else is incidental

and with loving help will work out if I do not panic.

Ah, to love myself as G-d loves me.

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

Saltbox House

October 2

Saltbox House

Refusing to make reasonable demands is quite as dysfunctional as making unreasonable demands.  The opposite of an extreme is often twice as crazy and harder to explain. I open my mouth and dry toast is the reply.  Nothing should be said when nothing can be done and to do nothing is harder than one might think.  I fold my hands but my lap rejects them; I quiet my mind but my soul objects.  I must let my heart sing and trust you enough to ask for help.

Check your speed and direction

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REJECTION

Rejection as a game of endurance,
A boundary enhancing process
A test of survival
Rejection sought or unsought is a challenge.

Sometimes rejection is a flare
Lighting the need for change of tactics or direction.
Though it is hard to view rejection as a beacon
Rather than condemnation.

Rejection is also the counterbalance for acceptance.
Risk is nothing if rejection is not part of the equation
I cannot value yes if you could not say NO.

Rejection is the safety valve
For putting myself in situations where I don’t belong.
I get sent back to the world of possibilities when the kindness of rejection

Ejects me from wrong choice.

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

Rejection

October 15

REJECTION

Rejection is a game of endurance, a boundary enhancing process, a test of survival.  Rejection sought or unsought is a challenge.  Sometimes rejection is a flare lighting the need for a change of tactics or direction.  Though, it is hard to view rejection as a beacon rather than condemnation.  Rejection is also the counterbalance for acceptance.  Risk is nothing if rejection is not part of the equation.  I cannot value a yes if you could not say no.  Rejection is the safety valve when putting myself in situations where I don’t belong.  I get sent back to the world of possibilities when the kindness of rejection ejects me from the wrong choice.

Look at the keyhole then look at the key.

*

Autonomic

Alcoholics in isolation go no place good.

Isolation is too expensive to keep;

whether it is a bad habit or worse.

How I hold to a receding thing such as this?

I am amazed that I accomplish this difficult task

and fear my ability to do something simple like breathe.

I wonder often why destruction is so seductive when life is fine.

Yet, I hear the cloying whispers of lonely isle shores,

I must bind myself to friendship

and hold firm to companions for the water is no place for me,

I have forgone my once liquid life.

Saltbox House

October 2

Saltbox House

Refusing to make reasonable demands is quite as dysfunctional as making unreasonable demands. The opposite of an extreme is often twice as crazy and harder to explain. I open my mouth and dry toast is the reply. Nothing should be said when nothing can be done and to do nothing is harder than one might think. I fold my hands but my lap rejects them; I quiet my mind but my soul objects. I must let my heart sing and trust you enough to ask for help.

Check your speed and direction

*

REJECTION

Rejection as a game of endurance,
A boundary enhancing process
A test of survival
Rejection sought or unsought is a challenge.

Sometimes rejection is a flare
Lighting the need for change of tactics or direction.
Though it is hard to view rejection as a beacon
Rather than condemnation.

Rejection is also the counterbalance for acceptance.
Risk is nothing if rejection is not part of the equation
I cannot value yes if you could not say NO.

Rejection is the safety valve
For putting myself in situations where I don’t belong.
I get sent back to the world of possibilities when the kindness of rejection

Ejects me from wrong choice.

Saltbox House

October 2

Saltbox House

Refusing to make reasonable demands is quite as dysfunctional as making unreasonable demands. The opposite of an extreme is often twice as crazy and harder to explain. I open my mouth and dry toast is the reply. Nothing should be said when nothing can be done and to do nothing is harder than one might think. I fold my hands but my lap rejects them; I quiet my mind but my soul objects. I must let my heart sing and trust you enough to ask for help.

Check your speed and direction

*

REJECTION

Rejection as a game of endurance,
A boundary enhancing process
A test of survival
Rejection sought or unsought is a challenge.

Sometimes rejection is a flare
Lighting the need for change of tactics or direction.
Though it is hard to view rejection as a beacon
Rather than condemnation.

Rejection is also the counterbalance for acceptance.
Risk is nothing if rejection is not part of the equation
I cannot value yes if you could not say NO.

Rejection is the safety valve
For putting myself in situations where I don’t belong.
I get sent back to the world of possibilities
When the kindness of rejection ejects me from wrong choice.