May 4
DESSERT
I have to be my own appetizer; I have to be the thing that
entices and intrigues me. I must be the
roughage, the salad full of color and variety.
The entree must be me, as well.
The things that sustain me, the meat of my life, I have to supply and
swallow down. I can be all this. I run to the sweetness of others but this
cannot be my source of sustenance. The
greater part of me needs to derive from me.
I can set the table and fill it with the fullness of who I am. I am enough and others are dessert. Twinkies will never be sufficient. They can only be a treat.
Make sure your
work area is well ventilated.
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Yield Don’t Stop
If I let amazement stop my progress
I will become landlocked instead of becoming free.
Picture wagon wheels planted in Kansas
when the destination had been California .
Yes, the plains are great,
but if that was not my aim it is a far cry from heaven.
Arriving at any haven is tempting;
when it crosses to captivating then to captivation,
here is where the problem lay.
Steps six and seven changed me and this is good.
If I allow this to halt me this is disaster.
If the wheels fall off the wagon I walk.
If I grow too tired to walk I pant with my friends
and we carry each other, we don’t stop.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
