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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. ![]() |
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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 * 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.
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October 21
Resilience When I experience trauma or drama my heart and soul return to the toddler state; I feel the urge to stay up and push forward. I resist help and rest. I try to override animal need in favor of intellectual prowess. Bleary eyed and red-faced, I soldier on, only to manage to make my life into a ceaseless fight. My charm and wit wear thin; then wear out. I need to recharge my batteries, need to hit reset and restore my default settings. It is hard for me to accept that I must lie down in order to get up again. Restoration is impossible to achieve from my battle stance. Resilience is a bouncing ball. What I want to rise I must first throw down. Sweetly kiss the past goodbye * SPONTANEOUS WILLINGNESS At my local coffee-mart there is a strip of cellophane tape Adhered to the mid of a Plexiglas panel Built into the barrier where the line forms. Only at a certain angle can this satin finish tape be seen. When I first caught a glimpse of it I recognized Others had stood there and responded To the sight of this strip by prying bits of the edge With fingernails---I was drawn to do the same. I could not pull much up but each time I stand there I work diligently for the moments it takes to make it To the head of the line and be on my way. Unseen others pull fragments while I’m away. Over time we will accomplish this task Unbidden, unknown to each other Except through this common goal Spontaneous willingness to do what can be done
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October 22
Canine Comprehension I wonder what it is that the dog knows. True love, quantum physics, the ratio of lift to thrust required to make the ball fly, how food shared from my plate is better than food from her bowl. This begs the next question. What do I really know; song lyrics, nursery rhymes, old scores from old grudges? What I hope I have learned; is the space it takes to keep an open mind, the willingness required to make a real change, and the width, depth and breath of honest affection. If I haven’t learned these things I will put them at the top of my list of things to do. Because I believe I can teach this old dog a few new tricks. Not all friends are friendly * CONTROL I have everything in the world but control And yet it seems to be the only thing I yearn for. Past history has made it difficult for me to have faith And I have clung to scraps of control as in alternative. I have hope but I have hope in a way A disgruntled gambler has hope. The horse may cross the finish line first But it’s a long shot. This is the trouble with control, if I could ride the horse I might be able to exert some sway in the situation But since my jockeying would only make things worse My inability to secure the outcome leads me to despair. And here I am, I am not in the race I will not risk betting on the horse. I have no skill accepting the capricious nature of life And work hard not to be capricious myself. This may be the crux of my problem I work so hard to do things right instead of having fun. I try constantly to keep things from going badly I focus no time on creating joy in my life. I may not believe much But I do believe God wants me happy. This could be the seed---which starts faith.
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October 23
Jacks Born crazy, is that better than becoming deranged? Do birth affects excuse my unrepentant glee? Does irrepressible sardonic wit explain the order of restless exposition? Can you count on Cicadic enthusiasm to carry me, or flightless fancy to keep me down? I am beyond redemption, beyond reception, beyond device. I arrived riddled with chaotic cracks, but I am more than just a glaze and deep down I’m more than sound, so walk with my wild side and your thoughts I’ll rearrange. When you can’t fill the void, wallpaper * BEFORE THE END OF THE ROAD Before the end of the road tiny stone lay on the side Freshly painted lines glimmer in this twilight trance. Walking the macadam, the crunch underfoot Changes my perspective. No steering wheel or accelerator This is ankle express all the way. Walking the road , step by step, on my own I am part of the soft and growing world. Progressing on a plan of separate integrity Moist, lush wonder, is missed By the motor speedway I let rule my life Honeyed sweetness cover the vegetation Swaying in the undulating air born pulse. I am tempted to lie down and have a roll But my role tonight is to reach the end of the road. When my goal is achieved I may choose A woodland life or an urban endeavor. Seeing the end of this path is job enough for now. Decisions anticipated prior to arrival Are foolish diversions. I need to stay, not stray with the dancers in the wind.
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October 24
Spectrum The quality of the poetry is so dependant on the quality of the lighting. Improve the color palette and yes, you’ve guessed the result. So, I say to you, “Turn up the lights. Do not write in half-dark grief and limp through the words. Spotlight what you can and illuminate the rest. You needn’t make a sound, needn’t pitch a tent, needn’t build a bridge, though you may, may if you wish and wish is what I do, wish for better light and when the clouds break loose in the sky and let the sun pour, I lift my pen and make it all; for what was needed was this better light.” Imagine your webbed feet * PICK ME SIX NUMBERS Knowing all the page numbers And quotes of the Big Book But not being able to apply them Is like knowing all the winning lottery numbers With the inability to buy a ticket. Telling my story has little or nothing To do with public speaking Recovery has so much more to do With willingness rather than studiousness. Popularity contest, policing meetings And service politics are a circus I have attended far too often. Empty rooms sporting great curtains Does not a home make Comprehension is no substitute for acquiescence
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October 25
Behind Closed Doors The children of happy fathers make no sense to me. I have known no such peace. What is it to live in a world where there is a man who likes you, someone who approves? I feel like my chin would have always been out there to see, no ducking, no need to hide, had there been a good man to whom I could turn. The dark circles under the eyes of my soul make me old, old and different from those kids, mere children, safe in a home with a happy man whose joy it is to be their Dad. Dance cheek to cheek with your muse when you can * DETAIL DAYS Detail days seem like lost soulless days. I sort the piles of endless junk mail Catch up on bills, letters, laundry. I don’t leave the house but in someway I feel like I’m not in my home. It’s like a day of pulling out all the needles, Splinters and thorns which accumulate Under my skin from rough weeks and road rash. I steel myself to the pain of relief and rescue. Cleared counters, emptied baskets, finished worry list Leave me with that newly moved in feel. Piles overwhelm me but sometimes details define me.
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