Issue 7 - July, 2001

Issue 7 of the MOM Journal has material that people submitted  2 years ago when we last attempted to revive the Journal.  There will be one more issue with previously submitted material.  Some submissions were lost in the shuffle, and will not make this or future publications unless you still have items you submitted in the past.  If you do, forward them now.  We will try to publish all "old" material before beginning again. 

 Please begin to forward both old and new material to  Indicate whether something was previously submitted, and we will make every effort to get it into the next issue.  Jokes, personal stories, one-liners and poems are appropriate. 


A New Freedom
The Gift is in the Giving Leo the Lion
I Came to a Meeting All Sad and Alone 10 Commandments for Reducing Stress
The High Country Money Travels
A Drunken Story (joke) The Wind on the Saddle
Oooops (joke) Cunning and Baffling
One-liners & Acronyms Dear Lord
A Bit of Philosophy

Serenity Prayer



There is a bridge so long,
that I cross today.
That I tremble to travel,
that I cause to delay.

Yesterdays bridges I crossed,
with uncertainty and fear,
with eyes filled with sorrow,
with eyes filled with tears.

I did not see the connection,
between my future and  past,
with the journey of today,
that moves, oh, so fast.

The looming toll came,
it made me still.
Leaving behind the road traveled,
and not worrying about the next hill.

I paid my way,
to travel further down,
the bridges that spanned,
moving slowly and looking around.

Aware at last,
of the moment that lives,
every second in the vistas,
that God does give.

A New Freedom -

Once upon a time my mind did hear,
The sounds of angry voices so clear.
A new freedom came within my head,
I let go of the fear and the dread.

Once upon a time the future and past were present,
The possibility of living today all but absent.
A new freedom came within my heart,
To accept my past, my future, and today be apart.

Once upon a time I dreamed of wants,
Oh why, oh why not me would haunt?
A new freedom came within my being,
To acknowledge the need that I was seeing.

Once upon a time attitude prevailed,
All the whining to no avail.
A new freedom came within my life,
To choose between love and strife.

Once upon a time the center of me was shamed,
Life, love, parents, all to blame.
A new freedom came within my core,
Responsibility for how I lived was what I was here for.

Once upon a time I did just exist,
Waiting to die was high on my list.
A new freedom came within my soul,
To have God run my life was my goal!

Once upon a times are slowly changing,
Leaving the chaos that I was always claiming.
A New Freedom came to me,
And now my life can learn to be - free.

The Gift is in the Giving

Beyond the expectations of sobriety,
we found love.
Beyond the awakening of our senses,
We found feeling.
Beyond the losing of self,
We found friends.

Beyond the inner turmoil,
We found serenity.
Beyond self doubt,
We found committment.
Beyond the graveyard of our addictions,
We found hope.

Beyond the endless days of torment,
We found one day of peace.
Beyond the emptiness in our soul,
We were filled with our higher power.
Beyond the clinging to the past,
We learned to let go.

Now there is light,
Where darkness once existed.
Now there is a breath of life,
Where once there was gasps.
Now there is a quiet of soul and mind,
Where once resided only chaos.

Can you feel the song now,
The breeze, the sun.
Can you rest, wings folded,
Feeling life around.

May your serenity surround you.
May God bless your day.
May your spirit be filled with grace, and
May you find your way to the home within your heart -
Wherein resides your family and your God.

I wrote this when I was 17 a few years before I got sober.
I am pushin 40 now.  
But it is one that I remembered.  Can you guess who Leo is?

Leo The Lion

There once was a lion...
And Leo his name...
He was but a loner...
And not very tame...
Oh but this Lion...
His heart was so large...
It sometimes got heavy...
And then he would charge...
So people,, they fear him...
And fear gains no friend...
So Leo's a loner..
It seems without end...
So Leo's stopped roaring...
Tis lending his ear...
To people with courage...
Who  dare come so  near...
A sad hearted lion...
Oh think, what a shame...
With no breast to cry on...
And no one to blame.

The High Country

The thin air buffers the silence;
the wildflowers look to see who comes.

The columbine, paintbrush and moss,
innocently adorning His hill.

The sense of His presence is strong -
awareness of Spirit around me.

I place each footstep with respect;
that His hermitage not be disturbed.

The mountain yields unforeseen treats,
as the lowland behind falls away.

Hot sun and cool air contradict,
fire, water, earth, Spirit, and breath.

Shirtless on the mountain's shoulder;
the liquid air caresses my skin.

Bathing my spirit with thin air
comes easily; His presence is sure.


Autumn's maple next to the street,
offering its gift to the city.

Nearly eclipsed by the tumult,
is its bequest the less for its place?

October 4, 1997

I Came to a Meeting, All Sad and Alone

I came to a meeting, all sad and alone,
So sick and tired, of the life I had known.
Aching and dying, deep down inside,
And feeling the pain, from the things I must hide.

They told me they loved me, and were glad I was there,
Who are these people, and why should they care?
But the more that I listened, the more I could see,
This room full of alcoholics, were all just like me.

I started to share, trying hard not to cry,
And I no longer felt, like I wanted to die.
I wanted to live, but hadn't a clue,
Of what to say, feel, or do.

These people were sober, and would show me the way,
So I listened some more, to what they had to say.
They spoke of a God, and "just for one day,"
So I thought, "What the hell," and I started to pray.

They said "get a sponsor," and "keep coming back".
They said that a program, was all I did lack.
They said "Work the steps, or your going to die".
So I got me a sponsor, and I started to try.

I shared with my sponsor, who I had become,
The people I had hurt, the thing's I had done,
He told me he loved me, and then shared with me,
The thing's he had done, and who he used to be.

That's when I knew, and could finally see,
That if I worked the step's, that I too could be free.
Free from booze, and feeling that way,
Free from obsession, just for today.

So I still try to listen, to what you have to share,
Tell you I Love You, let you know that I care.
Let you know I have found, a much better way,
It's working a program, we call it A.A.

It's sharing my experience, strength, and hope as I trudge,
It's living a life, and not holding a grudge.
It's sharing with newcomer's, as they wander in,
And as they start to listen, they'll know they can win.

If we all really listen, to what's being said,
The thing's that are shared, the book that is read.
If we listen and learn, we will surely see,
How truly delightful sobriety can be.

Author Anonymous

Money Travels

A $20 bill and a $1 bill were minted on the same day. They rode together to the bank.  After that, they were separated.  Five years later they found themselves together in a man's wallet.  They were excited to be reunited and wanted to catch up on the news.

The $1 said to the $20, "How great to see you!  What have you been up to?"

The $20 replied. "Oh! I've been every where and done every thing!! After we parted I flew directly to London. I rode the train to Germany. I flew back to New York. I rode in a limo. I've been in some of the most fantastic night clubs and eating establishments.  I still cannot choose my favorite though - the cruise or the trip to Hawaii.  And what have you been doing all this time?"

The $1 replied, "Oh, you know, meetings, meetings, meetings."

PUSH = Pray Until Something Happens
Is it? = is it kind? is it true? is it necessary? 
Serenity - isn't freedom from the storm it is peace within the storm
GOD - Group of Drunks - Gift of Desperation - Good Orderly Direction
Expectations - Resentments waiting to happen

A Drunken story

A man is in bed with his wife when there is a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it's half past three in the morning.

"I'm not getting out of bed at this time", he thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows.

Aren't you going to answer that?" says his wife.  So he drags himself out of bed, and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is man standing at the door. It didn't take the homeowner long to realize the man was drunk.

"Hi there." slurs the stranger, "Can you give me a push??"

"No, get lost, it's half past three. I was in bed." says the man and slams the door.

He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened and she says, "Dave, that wasn't very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the baby-sitter and you had to knock on that man's house to get us started again? What would have happened if he'd told us to get lost??"

"But the guy was drunk." says the husband.

"It doesn't matter." says the wife. "He needs our help and it would be the Christian thing to help him."  So the husband gets out of bed again, gets dressed, and goes downstairs.  He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts:  "Hey, do you still want a push??"

And he hears a voice cry out "Yeah please."

So, still being unable to see the stranger he shouts: "Where are you?"

And the stranger replies: "I'm over here, on your swing."

The Wind on the Saddle

As I approach the saddle,
the slope of the ground eases.
My stride lengthens; the air quickens.
I am rewarded by the coolness
that arises next to my skin
but is brought by the rush of the air
from the other side.

>From the saddle I can see back
to the traces of the trail
I have followed.
It looks too rough
for me to have conquered;
I am surprised.

Where does the trail go from here?
I know that the next leg
will take me away from the
freshening breeze,
down into another drainage.
Yet, in the fertile crease of
the earth below is where the water runs,
where the sun warms the ground,
where the roots of the trees burrow,
and life energy begins.

Or shall I resist the familiar rhythm
of the trail, the comfortable gait
following the worn dirt upanddown

Shall I move off the saddle, alone?
Up the ridge?
Shall I remain in the constant,
cool rush of air,
becoming dry and salt-crusty
 as I move along the bare
rocky spine?

What would I find, and
how would it feel to look over
ever-increasing vistas
of the world that God has
gifted to me?

How do I keep my spirit
flowing among my friends,
my blood, when they can only
be seen afar, in the valley,
on the trail?

This earth, this wind,
this sun that heats me, connects
me also to them.
Why do I view my own experience
as a singularity?  It is not so;
we share it; if I carry it only
in my heart it is wasted.

The wind at the saddle
carries their voices to me,
carries my voice to them.

The wind at the saddle
cools their skin as it
cools mine.

The wind at the saddle
rewards them as it rewards


I will continue
 over the top, and
down into the dell.

Let's keep moving -
the coolness at the saddle restored me -
we can stop in a bit -
at the next shade .  .  .



A man who is driving a car is stopped by a police officer.  The following exchange takes place.... The man says, "What's the problem officer?"

Officer: "You were going at least 75 in a 55 zone."

Man: "No sir, I was going 65."

Wife: "Oh, Harry.  You were going 80." (The man gives his wife a dirty look.)

Officer: "I'm also going to give you a ticket for your broken tail light."

Man: "Broken tail light?  I didn't know about a broken tail light!"

Wife: "Oh Harry, you've known about that tail light for weeks." (The man gives his wife another dirty look.)

Officer: "I'm also going to give you a citation for not wearing your seatbelt."

Man: "Oh I just took it off when you were walking up to the car."

Wife: "Oh Harry, you never wear your seatbelt."

The man turns to his wife and yells, "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

The Officer turns to the woman and asks, "Ma'am, does your husband talk to you this way all the time?"

The wife says, "No, only when he's drunk."


 1. Thou Shalt Not Be Perfect, Or Even Try To Be.
 2. Thou Shalt Not Try To Be All Things To All People.
 3. Thou Shalt Sometimes Leave Things Undone That Ought To Be Done.
 4. Thou Shalt Not Spread Thyself Too Thinly.
 5. Thou Shalt Learn To Say No.
 6. Thou Shalt Schedule Time For Thyself And For Thy Supportive Network.
 7. Thou Shalt Switch Off And Do Nothing Regularly.
 8. Thou Shalt Be Boring, Untidy, Inelegant, And Unattractive At Times.
 9. Thou Shalt Not Even Feel Guilty.
10. Especially, Thou Shalt Not Be Thine Own Worst Enemy But Be Thine Own Best Friend.

Author Unknown

Cunning Baffling Powerful

Over the years I have become aware of my patterns. Nothing out of the ordinary has to be going on in my life. Suddenly, I get bored with speakers, discussion, talking about the disease. I start to isolate. Make excuses for not going to meetings. Don't return phone calls. Conveniently forget to ask for help in the morning or offer up prayers of gratitude at night. Slowly, things start to bother me. Simple things. Like why am I the only one who fills the ice cube trays. Then I graduate to  taking inventories of those I live with and work with. Then there are the wants and if only's. Now I am so far away from truth I don't get it. I start wondering what is wrong with me. I chase that around for awhile. Emotional rock bottom. God is always there. Something triggers and I slink back to meetings. I then get to start the slow climb back to sanity.

I haven't done that in a number of years but I believe that is because I know myself better now. I see that first trigger...boredom. I say to myself," if you are bored then that means you are boring." Go to a meeting.  

I will always need AA. I am an alcoholic and this is the only way I know that absolutely works.


Dear Lord:
So far today, I have done all right
I haven't gossiped,
I haven't lost my temper,
I haven't been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish, over-indulgent or drunk.
I'm really glad about all of that.
But in a few minutes, Lord,
I'm going to get out of bed, and
from then on I'm probably going to need LOTS of help.


Sometimes when you are feeling important.
Sometimes when your ego's in bloom.
Sometimes when you take it for granted
You're the best qualified in the room.
Sometimes that you feel that your going would leave an unfillable hole,
just follow this simple instruction and see how it humbles your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water.
Put your hand in up to the wrist.
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining is the measure of how much
you'll be missed.

You may splash all you wish when you enter.
You can stir up the water galore,
But stop and you'll find in a minute that it looks quite the same as

The moral in this quaint example is do just the best you can.
Be proud of yourself, but remember there's no indispensable man.

From "The Carpenter and Joiner" 1962

E-hugs all round
Love, peace & action
PS. I'm only as good as my last meeting.

Serenity Prayer:

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change:

Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference:

Love in the Spirit of the Steps from Alf

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