Friends of Bill W.

[LeftWriteFemme]

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Happy Anniversary!!!!

Originally Posted by Lady Pamela

" 19 " Years ago today...I recieve my new birthday...From choosing to leave what I thought was what made me live...Meth !!!. I was a size 2 pants..weighed in at a whooping 87lbs and my skin tone was grey and molding...I was dieing. 19 years ago today, I chose to live one day at a time...Live my life with truth and dignity....And from doing that..I found great joy and love from all..But most important...I FOUND ME.

[LeftWriteFemme]

October 11




Ping Pong Balls and Possession

I keep an aquarium with a goldfish on my counter and sometimes he splashes my work proving to me that the thing I think I have contained often has a mind of its own. I have heard that goldfish don’t remember much, but mine always knows which side of the tank provides him a view of me. Memory may be reflexive. Assumption possibly is as well. I must keep a fresh account of what is within my grasp and what can swim away. I have heard the many fish tales from the part of me that likes to lie. The scales shimmer and lure me to pretend control when in truth it is all just a game of chance.






Confiscate excuses
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BIRTH OF AN APPLE

When an apple gives birth what is the result?
Seed or sauce, crunch or crisp?
The act of creation is so much an act of sacrifice
How can it be limited to one delivery?

The children of effort produce fruit of their own.
Who am I to call them other then kin?
How many times have I thrown over bluster for blizzard
But snow is snow.

I can accept every squall if I keep clear and willing
I may finish my days in a winter orchard
If I spend my life picking not choosing.

[LeftWriteFemme]

October 12


Message with no Bottle


I found a note while I was cleaning the art cupboard. It was written in my hand. I don’t remember writing it, or thinking it for that matter. The note said, “Total disregard for the survival of your soul” and I have no idea if it was a warning or a suggestion; a place to start or a destination at which not to arrive. If it was written during one of those dark days it could be the former, I hope it is the latter; a sign post on my recovery road. I bring it out here to write to you about it, share it and take me to a place where I am no longer alone with this flyer. I sit down to the keyboard lift the note to read it again with care. I scan the edges for clues and see that it is a memo sheet torn in half and when I flip it, on the back I see, “2 loaves & 5 fishes to feed a multitude” and though I may not believe in that miracle I do believe in this one.








Don’t keep good night sweetness in the bowl, pour it out

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ABUNDANCE OF WATER

Waterfalls fail the catch basin
And run off to make mud slide from the hills.
Power showers down but the channels it uses
Are not always beneficial.

High tide with the push of tsunami wipes out the coast.
Water is the stuff of life but God forbid it get out of control
There is no living with it.
I cannot regulate the weather but today I have a plan.

I don’t have to stand out waiting to see how much will come down.
I may not have every contingency covered,
I do have a backup for the worse than average season.
Yes, I did dig myself a French-drain
But I started by not living on the flood plain.

[Tommi]

Happy Birthday to one hella writer and very special person. Take today and eat of the cake of life and drink from the cup of now. Sending you a special wish here to remind you of all the people you have given to, and helped in your years of daily service. Writing your inspirations, and this year adding the poems at the bottom and managing to do so without fail, because there may that one day, that one person waiting on that miracle, and it could be you.

Happy Birthday dearest sherrie from the Dude. Peaches and Tiggee (and on JennyBoo's behalf too).

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

October 12


Message with no Bottle


I found a note while I was cleaning the art cupboard. It was written in my hand. I don’t remember writing it, or thinking it for that matter. The note said, “Total disregard for the survival of your soul” and I have no idea if it was a warning or a suggestion; a place to start or a destination at which not to arrive. If it was written during one of those dark days it could be the former, I hope it is the latter; a sign post on my recovery road. I bring it out here to write to you about it, share it and take me to a place where I am no longer alone with this flyer. I sit down to the keyboard lift the note to read it again with care. I scan the edges for clues and see that it is a memo sheet torn in half and when I flip it, on the back I see, “2 loaves & 5 fishes to feed a multitude” and though I may not believe in that miracle I do believe in this one.








Don’t keep good night sweetness in the bowl, pour it out

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ABUNDANCE OF WATER

Waterfalls fail the catch basin
And run off to make mud slide from the hills.
Power showers down but the channels it uses
Are not always beneficial.

High tide with the push of tsunami wipes out the coast.
Water is the stuff of life but God forbid it get out of control
There is no living with it.
I cannot regulate the weather but today I have a plan.

I don’t have to stand out waiting to see how much will come down.
I may not have every contingency covered,
I do have a backup for the worse than average season.
Yes, I did dig myself a French-drain
But I started by not living on the flood plain.

[LeftWriteFemme]

Thank you, Daddy!

Originally Posted by Tommi

Happy Birthday to one hella writer and very special person. Take today and eat of the cake of life and drink from the cup of now. Sending you a special wish here to remind you of all the people you have given to, and helped in your years of daily service. Writing your inspirations, and this year adding the poems at the bottom and managing to do so without fail, because there may that one day, that one person waiting on that miracle, and it could be you.

Happy Birthday dearest sherrie from the Dude. Peaches and Tiggee (and on JennyBoo's behalf too).

[LeftWriteFemme]

October 13



Alarm


I have lived life like one long fire drill. Is there smoke? Not always, but I fear flames. The alarm in my head is with me always and I walk from my life single file and silent. I don’t move on, this is only a drill, ‘I don’t want to take drastic action, this will pass,’ is my constant thought, though, I can not remember a time without the buzz. I have stood outside my life so long practicing in case of an emergency that there is no life to protect. I have been conscientious to the point of being consumed by caution. Balance requires risk. I must be brave enough to have it all.




Remember old leaves turn over, too


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FISH OF CHAOS

Out of chaos come very tiny fish,
Well maybe not fish but a very swimmy feeling.
How can I go around with my feet off the ground,
My mind racing on a squirrel cage?

Breathing helps, breathing is a place to start.
Once I get breathing regularly I can gingerly probe
With one foot for a place to stand.

The chaos may race around and past my legs
Like so many eels on a summers evening
But with time and practice
I can step from this current as well.
Out of chaos come very tiny fish but I can come out too.

[LeftWriteFemme]

October 14



Matching



“Matching calamity for serenity,” is a task requiring attentive diligence. Each tragedy has its unique blast pattern and necessitates a precisely cut cure. Coverage is one concern and depth is another, the weight of the healing atmosphere must equal the corrosive depletion caused by ruin. I have to make available the wound in order to receive the remedy; anytime I camouflage or barricade my injury I have eliminated the opportunity for a corresponding solution. Knowing this fact and answering it with right action is the job of a lifetime, but I cannot think of a more productive use of my time.








Admit to the uniforms you wear

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SLIPSTREAM

I look in the rearview mirror
I see the headliner and a river flowing out behind me.
Dual viewing is the kind gift of hindsight.

I can see my internal workings and the past laid bare.
The beauty and sadness can transfix me.
I will lose my way if I keep looking back.

I catch glimpses and move my eyes forward.
I can’t advance without a full vision
So I remain grateful for the mirror.
Awareness and cognition, the brakes and the gas
I have the full package.
I just have to make sure to steer.

[RockOn]

Oh Sherrie, I missed your Belly-Button Birthday. Hope it was a great time! Wishing you Happy Belated Birthday!

Spent Saturday morning with my sponsor at her house - doing some recovery work, reading literature, talking steps. Then we went and looked at furniture, went by the Market and got fresh veggies. The tomatoes were fantastic! It was late afternoon when I dropped her off.

Went to the 6:00 meeting tonight. When we split after doing all the beginning meeting stuff, I went to the Beginner's Meeting. Been doing that some lately.

Okay, time to start getting the dogs ready for bed. They are so sweet.

[LeftWriteFemme]

October 20


Self Importance


When I am over sensitive and everything that everyone does looms large for me, I am more likely to think that I am a driving force in the lives of others. It’s a funny connection in the same way that when I scratch the dogs tummy her foot paddles; when I am not getting my needs met I tend to believe I am in this world to meet the needs of others. Often when in this mindset I also delude myself further to worry that I may be the only person who can help these other people. I have been training myself to throw a flag on any and all plays where I am that important. I try to bring all action to a stop and get right sized about who I am and how important I am and to whom and why. It’s not that I don’t have value, I have the same value as everyone else, but when I shortchange my needs and my feelings, over responsibility to others mushrooms and this is not good for anyone; me least of all. As with most things, if I find out what is right for me it tends to be right for those around me, even if I can’t see that at the time.






Frame your favorite moments
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VICTORY

Victory is a funny thing,
Bursting across the finish line
Ends the joyful competition
And begins the wait until the next endeavor.

Pushing for success
Drops my life off the radar screen.
Power can propel me out of range
The center of my life overshot
In an attempt to be a winner.

I am stripped of my commonality
In striving for singularity.
Looking for acclaim leaves me lonely.
The winners circle is very small
And while the flash explodes
The development shows I am now alone.