I have been to the meeting where they play ‘whip’, the meeting where the members are gotten in line. The tempo increases constantly in an attempt to flick each other off into the land of shame and slips and less-than. This game is invisible to the participants, though the stress on their bodies is surely felt. Spectators often misunderstand the meaning of the activity and wrongly interpret it as strength training and endurance building. I think of it as a backward step, throwing me to my initial desire for a drink; living in other peoples skewed lines sent me running for a bottle. These same lines, placed around me in sobriety, will measure me up for a box.
Turn your plants and your mind so every aspect has an opportunity to get some sun.
Who to Ask
“You ask good questions
and you ask the right people,” said my sponsor.
“I ask questions because I need answers,” my reply.
“Do you know how many people need answers
and never ask?” she quipped.
“I ask my friends, no stroke of genius there,” I continue.
“You ask your playmates,
you ask the people you trust enough to have fun with.
You don’t realize how clever that is.
You know lots of folks who work hard
and you could ask your questions of these
But instead you save them for those diligent ones
who still know how to play and that, Sweetie Pie
is proof that you are no dummy.”
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault