Showing posts with label thicker than water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thicker than water. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Rebellion Dogs

February 11


Rebellion Dogs

“Rebellion dogs our every step at first” AA’s 12 and 12

They won’t come to heal, won’t sit, won’t stay, these dogs circle waiting for signs of weakness or vulnerable skin, but there they are; they have been found out.  The ones that worry me more are those that took show and place, the dogs that stand in the shadows and lurk in the wing.  What are their names I wonder?  Their distinctive smell?  Must I identify these writhing mutts or simply call animal control?  Though this never worked with rebellion dogs these lesser pups surely would run from would be dog catchers and leave me to my dreams.  Alas, I name them and show them to my friends; we like they run in packs and are served well by honest disclosure.


Learn from old dogs

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THINGS THAT ARE THICKER THAN WATER

Pudding, mud, ice cream, cement, sauce, paint,
 sap, drool, gravy, wood.
What is that?
A list of things that are thicker than water.

There are so many,
Why do people get so hung up on blood?
Survival, comfort, or maybe tradition?
There must be many reasons.

Why we strong-arm one another into relations
 with family.
Families we drank with
Or families we drank to get away from,
But it's not the family is it, it's us.

We have to learn to do what we need to do.
We can't force ourselves into relationships
 with anyone for any reason
Other then it is what is best for us.

Shoulds and aughts have no place in the family situation
So can I walk away from them all?
You can't do anything in the sweep of the wand,
In the same vein don't obligate yourself to people
 due to viscosity.

That sounds like a promising start.


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

Friday, August 15, 2014

Things Which Are Thicker Than Water

August 15

THINGS WHICH ARE THICKER THAN WATER

“Pudding, mud, ice cream, cement, sauce, paint, sap, drool, gravy, wood.” 
“What is that?"  I ask my sponsor.
“A list of things thicker than water.  There are so many; why do people get so hung up on blood?”  responds my sponsor.
“Survival?  Or maybe comfort?  Tradition?"  I counter.
“I’m sure you’re right.  I’m sure there are many benign reasons why we strong-arm one another into relationships with family we may or may not be ready for.”
“You mean the families we drank with?”
“Or sometimes drank to get away from.  But it’s not the family; it’s us.  We have to learn to do what we need to do.  We can’t force ourselves into relations with anyone for any reason other than it’s what is best for our sobriety.  Shoulds and oughts have no place in the family situation.”
“So I can just walk away from them one and all?”
“You can’t do anything in that sweep of the wand.  In the same vein, don’t obligate yourself to people due to viscosity.”
“Got ya.  There has to be a real choice made.”
“Sounds like a promising start.”

Have what you want unless all you want is MORE.

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The Dark Fantastic


When the tornado touches down worry ends;
the anticipation is over and thought stops.
Tragedy is funny that way.

In the aftermath I find out what mattered
and what didn’t;
whether I have helped or injured myself
trying to plan for the worst.

I fail to realize there are cloud filled days
when nothing happens
and days when trouble comes from out of the blue.

What matters ultimately is if I was happy yesterday
all the way into today until the thunder struck.
Greed is not: living for today;
greed is my attempt at gathering the future
while dragging the past.



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

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Things Which are Thicker than Water


August 15

THINGS WHICH ARE THICKER THAN WATER

“Pudding, mud, ice cream, cement, sauce, paint, sap, drool, gravy, wood.” 
“What is that?"  I ask my sponsor.
“A list of things thicker than water.  There are so many; why do people get so hung up on blood?”  responds my sponsor.
“Survival?  Or maybe comfort?  Tradition?"  I counter.
“I’m sure you’re right.  I’m sure there are many benign reasons why we strong-arm one another into relationships with family we may or may not be ready for.”
“You mean the families we drank with?”
“Or sometimes drank to get away from.  But it’s not the family; it’s us.  We have to learn to do what we need to do.  We can’t force ourselves into relations with anyone for any reason other than it’s what is best for our sobriety.  Shoulds and oughts have no place in the family situation.”
“So I can just walk away from them one and all?”
“You can’t do anything in that sweep of the wand.  In the same vein, don’t obligate yourself to people due to viscosity.”
“Got ya.  There has to be a real choice made.”
“Sounds like a promising start.”

Have what you want unless all you want is MORE.

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The Dark Fantastic


When the tornado touches down worry ends;
the anticipation is over and thought stops.
Tragedy is funny that way.

In the aftermath I find out what mattered
and what didn’t;
whether I have helped or injured myself
trying to plan for the worst.

I fail to realize there are cloud filled days
when nothing happens
and days when trouble comes from out of the blue.

What matters ultimately is if I was happy yesterday
all the way into today until the thunder struck.
Greed is not: living for today;
greed is my attempt at gathering the future
while dragging the past.