Friday, May 31, 2013

Celebrations of This Day

The celebrations of this day will be over at midnight, and tomorrow I will wake up glad to be alive and abstinent. ~ For Today (Kindle Locations 1483-1484).
Every day is someone's birthday,
most named to honor a group or cause.
The major holidays adorn the stores
months ahead of time. Celebratory meals,
the office spread, temptation runs rampart
to tease the yens of the compulsive,
the food addicts, the cravers.
Master the one, and more await
with the flip of a calendar page.
But temptation calls only
the unprepared, those weakened,
squandering daily reprieves.
Immersed in recovery, right choices rule
and every day, right-sighted, stands grand.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Curly Fry Crumb

I walk in the door, fresh from a phone call
where I want to rescue a woman for rescuing,
want to give money when I'd said that was all.
I've not dealt with it well,
second- and third-thinking my path.
Knees hurt. Piddling little things to do,
socializing to come, anticipated, but temptation —
called birthday cake – awaits. Serenity shudders,
but holds together. On the kitchen counter
a curly fry crumb calls my name.
But I started the day right. A reading returns.
I know I cannot walk through a brick wall,
and I’ve totally accepted this fact, so I don’t try...
When I accept Step One as completely as this,
I am easily abstinent. I am free.◊
The dog ate the crumb.





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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My Biography

Then, horrified by what we were doing to ourselves with food, we became obsessed with diets. We spent hundreds of dollars on weight-loss schemes, we bought all sorts of appetite-control drugs, we joined diet clubs and spas, we had ourselves hypnotized and analyzed, we had major surgery on our digestive systems, we had our ears stapled or our jaws wired shut. All of this we did willingly, hoping we could someday “have our cake and eat it too.” ~ The Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions of Overeaters Anonymous (Kindle Locations 149-150).

Funny, how I felt all alone,
terminally unique, a freak,
devoid of willpower, abject failure.
Then in desperation I stumbled in,
found the rooms of recovery,
heard others tell my story, owning it...
and suddenly knew I was of a group,
not one-of-a-kind, and with my army behind
I could take on the world.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Reptiles of the Mind

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind. ~ William Blake
"Rule and run" —
instruction for new judges.
Consider both sides, hear argument,
research if possible, but decide.
Given time, study, other judges,
approaching certainty worked,
but "we'll take a half-hour recess"
a few times a day, no way to run a trial.
A good rule, as rules go.
Yet, a few times wrong decisions haunt
and then my custom became
change the next time, occasionally
if pivotal — in that trial. Liveable.
Lawyers could anticipate, plan for,
my response. And I could live with me
when wrong rulings could be overruled.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Connected

The keyboard buttons jiggle,
click, seem useful. The mouse,
when not held to the ear, "Hello,"
looks like Daddy's.
But the unconnected keyboard,
the computer not turned on
do nothing but go through the motions.
Before the magic happens,
joining to Power must be made,
so idle poppy noises make words or pictures,
the magic beyond dreams of we
who punch keys, waiting for Power
to do something magical.

connected

Sunday, May 26, 2013

The Diagnosis

Applying willpower to this compulsion is like applying an antibiotic to a viral infection. It will never have any effect. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 862-863).
It's taken me a few years in recovery
to really accept the idea it's a disease,
this compulsion to eat – just as surely
as the others, alcoholism, drug addiction,
gambling, the gambit. I know, though,
the truth, deep within. Willpower,
the right diet, hypnotism, medical fixes —
they've never worked, and for me just won't.
But it's okay, this disease. It's one of few
where the cure leaves you better off
than you ever were before. It's a cure
I'm glad I didn't miss.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

At Grandmom's House

Grandmom made cookies,
cakes, rich gooey treats.
Her house smelled
of "Grandmom bread."
When she knew we would be there
the kitchen filled with her edible love
I'm Grandmom now, like her so much.
God help me not to teach
that Grandmom's love comes from the oven...
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Barbara and Mike Rollins, R. T. and Irma Breedlove - March 2, 1974

Friday, May 24, 2013

Haiku

expanse large as God
containing stars galaxies
and important me

Thursday, May 23, 2013

True Deprivation

True deprivation is how I lived before OA—in bondage to food and fat. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Location 2756)
How do you hide
an excess hundred pounds?
How can you think
eating alone hides the truth
from anyone at all?
I look at a diet and feel deprived
never having tried at all
to see how well it might work.
Deprivation, though, needs no food
to crush my soul to a flattened souvenir.
But not always. When I figure out
how really to let go, how to quit obeying
exhortations to fear God, how to accept
the love and acceptance...
then it is, I know having the food is deprivation
while having faith fills any void to overflowing.

Thank You

When I say thank you it feels like my mind changes; it feels like my spirit changes. ~ Jhe T
Gratitude spreads joy forward
but backwards as well,
sprinkling pleasure all around
as seeds to germinate
sometimes slowly
often instantly
springing up full-grown
bouquets of peace.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Getting My Way

I get upset when I don't get my way and the only answer is to not have a way. ~ Miranda O'D
...praying only for knowledge of His will
and the power to carry that out.
Independence, a prized possession
from the time we can put on shoes,
know the toy we prefer, take off running.
Accountability, self-supporting, on our own,
measuring rods for maturity, for growing up.
Decisive, determined, knowing your own mind,
evidence of leadership, of maturity.
The course of our lives, long established,
is to know ourselves, our goals, our intentions.
The only problem? It doesn't work,
leads to fear, to doubt, to guilt and shame...
When our way aligns itself with the Power that is,
when our will is set aside,
only then can we really have our way.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Receiving Love

It takes courage and willingness to receive such unconditional love and support. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 1476-1477)
I'll let you love me.
But to be honest it scares me,
amazes me, stuns me,
to have such acceptance
poured out on me,
to tell the truth
to hugs and tears,
to be held straight
by your support.
But having been loved
without strings, freely...
I have to pass it on
so forgive me if my loving you
makes you uncomfortable.
unconditional

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Believe

Believe that you can be abstinent. You will be. Believe that you can have sanity, peace of mind, and freedom to live the life you want. You will have them. Believe that you will recover. You will. ~ For Today, p. 354
Believe. Accept as true, feel sure,
trust in the omnipotent, omniscient giver.
Simple belief – a promise awaiting close.
But belief about your own proposed action,
actions attempted countless times,
never attained. Actions you're powerless to do.
Not just simple belief...belief with surrender.
Believe the actions will come, sanity follow,
recovery happen.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Confidence of a Continent

...with the slow massive confidence of a continent. ~ The Life of Pi
Why should my confidence
be as an island, an atoll,
a grain of sand, a nothingness
in a world of totality?
I've worth, value, a place...
I may have no power, no control
yet serve one who does,
one who, when acknowledged as my liege,
makes me massive, dominating,
having the slow massive confidence
of a continent.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Adult

...freedom to become a life-managing adult. ~ Lanaya B
Peter Pan didn't want to grow up;
Wendy did. Or maybe just understood
the weariness of staying the same,
good  or bad. How sad it is, though,
to find that aged body with a juvenile bent,
sense of responsibility, moral values...
As I child, I thought so, understood so,
spoke so. Fine for its time, but time moves on.
As an adult, past was past, the present alone
available, malleable, subject to change.
The growing up is hard, long, arduous at times
but the result is to share the big table,
to be a part, to be accepted. To be free
to become a life-managing adult...




Thursday, May 16, 2013

Accepting My Weaknesses

Program people share and applaud my victories, but it is their ability to accept my weaknesses that keeps me coming back. ~  Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 945-946).
Honesty of the kind
we know only in ourselves
but finally in these rooms
recognize in others – most —
and thus relax, releasing fictions
long held to keep others from knowing
as only we could of the falsity of face
we present. A community of strangers
come together, oddities who shed isolation —
finding the rest of our lost tribe
waiting in the rooms ready to accept,
to love, to welcome us
home to a family we chose
for our innate kinship.

 

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

I Have ARRIVED!

I've done it, worked the steps,
read the books, lost the weight.
I've arrived where I set out to go.
Why, then, does it seem
I've just begun, that more awaits,
wonders I can't afford not to seek?
steps

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Wash, Rinse, Repeat

Thanks to Miranda O'D
Like a kitchen counter,
clear the clutter, store the staples,
stack the dishes, wash the tile.
Not just once, but day after day,
never finished, always work to do.
Read literature, work the steps,
write down food and call it in,
go to meetings, render service,
pray, surrender, turn it over,
never finished, always more to do.


Monday, May 13, 2013

The Power of Thank You

When I say thank you it feels like my mind changes, it feels like my spirit changes. ~ Jhe T
Magic words, they call them,
please, thank you. But not, I think,
as perceived by most who hear the sounds.
The spell points back to the one who speaks,
charming not he who hears
but she who pauses to share them
bringing joy and peace, a side effect —
no, more than that! A symptom
inevitably rising as the syllables
slip past the lips.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mothers

To have a mother, to be one,
a bond unbreakable, despite all...
The relationships in families
so close, so often impaired...
Human beings doing best
as perceived, as learned, discerned...
The fabric of family holding fast
through strain and stain,
tatters and wear, cloth of life
worth mending through amends,
through relearning,
through understanding
remaining the foundation
and seat of life.

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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Take a Bath in a Tickle

Like a little child
embracing the world,
delighting in life,
lapping up experience,
sensations, excitement.
Why is it we feel necessity
to grow up, to act adult,
do we not know
at some primeval level
that life is not serious,
that at our very best
we are children
all our lives long?
(Phrase said by Dexter W.) tickle

Friday, May 10, 2013

Atavism

atavistic |ˌatəˈvistik|
adjective
relating to or characterized by reversion to something ancient or ancestral: atavistic fears and instincts.

Family traits of the family of man —
the ancient need to rely on props,
on substitutes, rather than on He who can.
I own my character defects as completely
as the Breedlove cowlick, the bent to giggling,
intelligence, a proclivity to obstinacy,
an amnesiac approach to names...
But I also claim the family of God,
an ability to accept grace, to serve the King,
to be a tool of use in an eternal plan.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Who Would Hold to Fear

We give up fear and indecision, knowing that if we are sincere, our Higher Power will give us the knowledge of our best course in life, along with the willingness and ability to follow that course, even when it seems difficult and uncomfortable. ~The Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions of Overeaters Anonymous (Kindle Locations 305-306).
Giving up fear, surrendering indecision
should be simple, but, Lord, I know the two.
I always thought ridding myself of negatives,
of things I abhorred to be enough, even proactive,
but still I find surprise, amazement, a rule-changer —
at least as I grasped the meaning of the real,
the process of letting go, not just a while each day
but day on day, one at a time, as I ask guidance
bring the message passed earlier to me
and give me strength to surrender my baggage
so I might revel in all the good.


Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Strongest Powerlessness


(Phrase from Miranda O'D)
Strength in having no power,
in surrender, in giving up.
Powerless but having strength
beyond my understanding,
impotent yet fertile,
vulnerable and omnipotent.
A riddle, wrapped in a mystery,
inside an enigma —
but a gift, and who can,
who could,
question a gift?


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Totality

We failed to understand that God loves us in our totality and is willing and able to help us in everything we do, that God will help us with every decision, even food choices and amounts. ~ The Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions of Overeaters Anonymous (Kindle Locations 214-215).
Loved in my totality,
including blemishes,
scabs, festering wounds...
and counting exceptional clarity
surprising to me, stunning,
things that couldn't have come from me...
but they did. Not through my doing,
though — though on rare occasions
that could have been true.
I trust from this point on
the joyous time, the recognition
are God's, not mine,
and I've got sense enough
to know.


Monday, May 6, 2013

Calling

You do not call something unless you want  it to come. ~ Old superstition.
How much time have I stood by,
acting as if I beseeched, intending to pray
procrastinating, forgetting, busying,
bustling, ignoring wisdom of the ages?
How often have I edged God out
cringing in fear that He might care,
that he could answer, that perhaps
he would? I'm not worthy, a sinner,
wanting to earn the right
to seek forgiveness. Inside,
deep down, I feared
he
might
come.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Sanity

But how sane are we, really? ~ The Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions of Overeaters Anonymous (Kindle Location 139).
Functional. Able to operate,
to achieve goals, to fulfill plans.
Surely that describes my life
in decades past. Respected,
capable, somewhat effective.
Yet inside raged doubt, ineptness,
self-contempt. Indecision,
fear disguised as procrastination
crippling me, brought to my knees.
Restore me to sanity? Well, yes...
maybe. But can I have been restored
to what I never before had,
at least since early childhood?
I'll not quibble with details,
merely rejoice that sanity
at last is mine.
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Saturday, May 4, 2013

Phone Call

Point of Personal PrivilegeThis, May 3, is the second anniversary of this blog,
Recovery Daily Dose. Begun for crash
commercial purposes, it has blessed the authors
greatly. Thank you for sharing the journey.
Then one day two OA friends suggested that I bring drinks to Unity Day. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Location 1451)
We voted, the fellowship.
The least-favorite tool,
the dreaded telephone.
But tool it is, and helpful
to the one called
as well as the originator.
Is it not the discomfort
that most enjoins
the use of the awful implement
anyway?
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Friday, May 3, 2013

Whatever!

“What do we say when we talk with God? We say whatever we feel like saying.” ~ The Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions of Overeaters Anonymous, p. 93
"Whatever," I can say,
am known for saying,
have clock and bag, "whatever."
That and thousands more
I'm capable of spitting out,
of murmuring, of writing.
So why has prayer come hard,
uncomfortable, ringing false?
Why can't I find such words
to offer up to God, conversing,
griping, praising, pleading,
accepting, loving, adoring?
Why should strangers
have my voice in preference
to my maker? God, I'll speak
whatever words I have,
knowing your love for whatever.


Thursday, May 2, 2013

Don't Ask Why

The question is how.
Tell me what to do,
the next right step,
the simple rules,
the way to stay clean
just for today.
I've asked the why question
all these years, had answers
and arguments, proofs —
and my addiction.
You are my sponsor
and mine is not to question
but to do. There is no why.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Carre-frontation

If your brother or sister sins, go and point out their fault, just between the two of you. If they listen to you, you have won them over. ~ Matthew 18:15 (NIV)
My side of the street
is my business —
yours is not.
I am not responsible
for what you've done to me,
around me, despite me —
only for how I act,
my reactions,
my resentment,
my fears.
But what if I act not as me
but as a fellowship,
as a whole, for the good of all?
Can I then afford the luxury
of looking the other way?