Showing posts with label tea party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea party. Show all posts

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Earl Grey is not my Friend

October 19


Earl Grey is not my Friend

Scabby knees is what I look for; I need to be with those who climb, not those who slide.  I hate to say it, but looking cool and sitting on the sidelines does nothing for me or my sobriety.  I have to build those calluses, require patches in my clothes, carry a hammer to pound in those spikes.  If I don’t see tools in your hands and bodily evidence that you have been using them, I really don’t have time for you.  This is a “let’s go, lets go” kind of recovery for me and if it isn’t for you then have fun and I hope you have a good seat, but I am not staying for your tea party; I have no time for tarts.


Explain the difference between a rabbit and a bunny

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SLOTH TOES

A sloth is known by the number of its toes
Not its name or love of art or music.
The oddest attributes draw attention and acclaim
From scorekeepers and flag-wavers of the world.

Going my way in this life I am seen by clock-watchers
As timeless and by trumpeters as soundless.
I am not defined by these.

The number of my toes or the time I keep
Or the sound I make is more than who I am.
An explanation of me will not fit on an index card
Or nameplate or job title.

As long as I stay clear of these traps
And classifications I am safe.
If I buy in or fall down
My sum and total will neatly fit on a toe tag.


You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault