Friends of Bill W.

[LeftWriteFemme]

July 12



A Year for Me



The world is my mollusk and I am its pennyweight paragon, witty girl that I am. I have spent enough time surrounded by wet feet and confining shells, all held at the bottom of the sea. This is a year for me. I am going to climb over the rim of my briny brink and try myself against the fearsome winds of chance. Although souse is buoyant I feel strong enough to stand my ground. Time has come for life, open and raw, but I shall leave the clams to the casino.







Allow ticklish issues to make you laugh

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HOLD THE LINE

Relax is not the same as give up.
Unwind is not fray.
Letting go doesn’t mean never grab hold.

It is important to have moderation in all things
Including moderation, exuberance and enthusiasm,
These are wonderful in their season
Too much and I could get an adrenaline addiction.

Make sure your song has more than one note
And make sure you sing more than one song in your life.
Change, interest and excitement are vital to my existence

If you take all the spikes and ridges
Out of your life line
It means you’re Dead.

[LeftWriteFemme]

July 13



Old Nasty


My addiction is like a Percheron, bigger and more powerful than I am, but what I have learned is that if I treat this horse with due respect and a guiding hand from my recovery and my Higher Power I can harness the energy of my illness and use its’ force to make my life work. I can never be the master of alcoholism, but I can see it for what it is; an overgrown instinct looking for an outlet. When I am given my way out I take this beast with me and when I value that partnership we are both safe. When I have tried to lock it in a stall and run far from the barn, it kicks my life down. When I put my head in the yoke willingly, together we are lead and we do the work which is fulfilling and rich. I was meant to work in a team, I am grateful to have a teammate.




Close your eyes and look at yourself
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QUICK-------SAND !!!!!!

Don’t ask how deep the quicksand is. Said my sponsor.
It’s your job to get out of it--not quantify it.
I’m not sure how to get out.
Will you come and get me. I ask her?

No Darling, if I get in we will both be down for the count
The only chance we have for me to help you
Is if I stay out of the morass
With my feet firmly on solid ground.

What if you can’t get me out. I cry?
I will go get more help.
What if all of AA can’t get me out?

Angel, my hope is, that if there was no way out
You wouldn’t even know you were stuck.

[LeftWriteFemme]

July 14


Wales



It is safe for the houses to sleep in the streets, but not for me. I cannot follow that which is so right and regular for mundane things. I am a jagged piece and it is hard for me to find my place.

The sun comes though everyone’s windows and peeks around the blinds left down. I must mind my manners and not be a nuisance or a bother; draw no undue attention to my brightness carry a basket to hide it in.

And while every river can drown its sorrows in the rush of the downhill sweep to the sea. I must stand here stock cold sober and bear the pain appointed to me.



Curl your fingers into the tangles of life and hang on

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WAKE

Don’t worry that you might spoil the procession
By getting out of your coffin.
You don’t need to lie there waiting for the lid to close.

People will walk past saying ---so sad---too bad
But don’t lie instate just to keep them from feeling
Their trip was a waste.

Just because the crypt has been purchased
Doesn’t mean you’re ready to go.
There are still opportunities to dance.

Don’t die for love, glory or pride.
Don’t die before your time.
Death is only an honor
If you lived every preceding second.

[LeftWriteFemme]

July 15


Sympathetic Strings


A guitar with 28 strings generates much sympathy from the cords which were not strummed. Pluck is contagious and inspires much harmony and verve in the vicinity in which it shows face. Sympathetic strings vibrate in response to the jangling around them but are tuned to their own notes. Much distortion adds to the depth of the sound created by this throng. Can you hear my life? How a disturbance in my life rings in the lives which surround me? How I twitch and chime when things are twanged in the lives of my neighbors, my friends, my kin. We make the music of care, the discord of reaction. To every move there is a sound, to every sympathy a harmony.





Surprise yourself with the light in your own eyes

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THE LIVING DREAM

Throwing yourself into the river in pieces
Drowns you as crumbs.
Casting aside love and longing makes you less
In your heart and your soul stops beating.

Pitching your tent with critics and complainers
Leaves you out in the cold on warm summer evenings.
Crest the hill to meet the rising sun
Orbit the constellations without hesitation.

Petit point the pictures in your mind
Then set them to music.
The world is your dream
Live it into reality.

[deeperstill]

Hi all. I'm new to bfp, still finding my way around. I'm a friend of Lois, not Bill though. Is there a different thread for that, or is it ok if i hang out here a bit?

[LeftWriteFemme]

Originally Posted by deeperstill

Hi all. I'm new to bfp, still finding my way around. I'm a friend of Lois, not Bill though. Is there a different thread for that, or is it ok if i hang out here a bit?

Deeperstill,

I couldn't find a thread for friends of Lois, but you could start one if you wanted to have a thread just for Alanon members. You are always welcome here, whenever you wish and for as long as you wish. Glad you're here. Hope you have a great night!

Sherrie

[deeperstill]