FAR OFF PLACES
Meetings too near home are unsatisfying to me. On smooth, simple days local meetings are fine; I catch a meeting, just slip it in. On rough days I yearn for an out of town meeting. After these many 24’s I’ve come to realize I need the ride as much as I need the meeting. Like a discontented baby I need more than just a trip around the block. The comfort of taking flight in my car is equaled by arriving at some far off AA. Fresh faces and new-takes-on-old-woes are an antidote to my colicky attitude. The drive back offers me a sense of triumphant homecoming. A good meeting can be had anywhere. Sometimes I just need a change of place or change of pace.
Keep a lock of your own hair.
Cicatrix and Love
The mark left by injury is indelible
though it may heal, the consequence remains.
This is also true of love.
I am branded and changed by your affection.
The improvement wrought in me does not leave when you do.
If you stop loving me,
can you no longer remember my name,
I am better for having had your love if only for a short time.
Good medicine offers lasting results;
the miracle of your love is my health.
The blush in my cheek,
the revitalization I feel is traceable to you,
to the days you held me in your heart
and the nights you held me in your arms.
And though I want you back in my world
the best of you lives on in my life.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault