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Mar.21.2014
March 21     20 CART PILEUP   “What’s the problem here?”  asks my sponsor, as she approaches my apparent impasse.      “Well, I’ve been trying to get these carts lined up.  What do you think of my progress?”      “How many carts do...
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Mar.20.2014
Jag
March 20     JAG   I have the most interesting lawn ornament.  It is long and sleek, low to the ground, resting on rubber rolls, steep of side and languid front and back.  It has glass, glass that slants and glass that slips into its sides.  Its paint shines when I...
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Mar.19.2014
March 19   WET BLANKET       I have carried this sodden thing with me all my life, its weight a burden for numerous years.  I have never been able to explain my continuing drag of this pitiful thing.  Though it has been commented on by many, my fidelity is boundless....
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Mar.16.2014
March16       ANGLE OF RETURN   As in a hall of mirrors, it is sometimes hard to tell if I am moving forward in my recovery.  Likewise, as promises are fulfilled, their obtuse arrival is a quandary.  The juxtaposition of acute homecoming of former faculties is also...
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Mar.15.2014
Did God have a wife? How irresistible a headline is that? That question reeled me in faster than Scarlett Johansson wrapped in nothing but the sports section, and that question was posed on MSNBC.com the other day. According to Oxford scholar, Francesca Stavrakopoulous (she'd have to be...
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Mar.13.2014
March 13     FRIENDS   My sweet, dear, funny friend, steeped in Beat, whose hand I can no longer hold.  I yearn for the wildly flying words, like feathers in a snow.  The shock of hair and glinting eyes I see so clearly in my shivering mind.  I must let go.  I...
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Mar.12.2014
March 12       SPIRITUALITY   The bedpan of spirituality was shoved under my ass in early sobriety.  It kept me from increasing the mess with which I surround myself.  The cold smack of enamel got my attention.  The old timers showed me there is a place for my...
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Mar.09.2014
March 9       PICTURES AND FRAMES     I paint my way into the corners of the frame.  Each picture I fill diligently, color, texture, all the tricks I use.  I work hard to get the desired effect.  I hold nothing back; I put heart and hopes forward.  I...
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Mar.08.2014
March 8       YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CLOSE WINDOWS OR KEEP THEM OPEN   Not every open window offers a warm and welcome breeze.  There are windows, which greet with artic blast and little else.  Frosted cheeks and chapped lips, I face these frigid openings believing it is...
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Mar.04.2014
March 4       DICHOTOMY’S EMBRACE     Contentment and security bleed in through the doors and windows of my heart.  Peace blows its fine wind across my mind.  I fear for my identity.  I raise my hand to beat the drum.  Is my pulse still there if the beat...