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A Grateful Recovering Sock Puppet Play

by Kimmy J
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There is something deeply spiritual about laughter. When I imagine monks and gurus, I always see them with a knowing smile on their face. There is another kind of laughter. A laughter of identification, shared by people who have been to the darkest places imaginable, and somehow survived, despite their best efforts. This sock puppet play script started as a joke, during the darkest 18 months of my life.I'm eternally grateful to the twelve step community. Although this play definitely pokes fun at them, it's hard to go to meetings for more than 90 days and not witness enough comedy, tragedy, and theater to write volumes. The twelve step community found me when I was young and saved me from a life of mental and physical imprisonment. In the meetings I found virtues like honesty and humor. It gave me a two-way channel which allowed me for the first time to experience the world and also to express myself, to impact the world, to create.Advancement rarely happens in a straight line. Some say it happens in zig-zags. Its more like spinning in a circle, revisiting over and over the same hurt, the same stories, patterns, with new eyes, getting closer and closer to that pure white light at the center. Spinning and spinning in cycles. At six years clean, I had a relapse. without drugs or alcohol, but I slowly moved away from the program, away from meditation, away from my confidants and mentors, and became focused on instant gratification and ego-inflation. It was similar to using drugs. During my first six years I had gained a gift for oratory and many students. As this new obsession/addiction progressed I found myself in a place where I was seen to some as a person who had their life together, a person with knowledge, a person to be consulted and sought after for counsel, and yet, I felt ashamed of the way I was living and falsely speculated that I had not progressed at all (this was not true but felt true at the time).I found myself at a meeting. I had been asked by another member, to come there and be the speaker for the meeting and my topic was The First Step. A good friend accompanied me. We arrived, as I often do, entirely too early for the meeting. There is a saying in Twelve Step fellowships for a person who speaks eloquently but does not live so gracefully, SHARING LIKE SHAKESPEARE BUT LIVING LIKE SHIT. It rang in my mind. The particular meeting hall was an auditorium. At the front of the room there was a full sized very large stage. I sat there with my protege and thought of how many people would soon show up, and they would file into the auditorium. It was likely, almost certain, that I would stand at the front and give a fiery moving speech complete with ironic story arcs and multiple threaded lines of thought woven around punch lines. They would likely be inspired. Some of them would find something they had been searching for, maybe even discovering they were searching in the first place and didn't know it. The more outgoing ones would approach me afterwards and thank me and tell me that the world needs more of my blood to flow into others etc, etc. However, I did not feel qualified to speak on any spiritual matters. In fact, I felt to some extent like a fraud. I've learned in recovery to use humor in the darkest of times to get through.Jokingly, I said, "What if I actually got on stage and shared like Shakespeare? In Olde English? Ultra-dramatically." My friend ran with the joke and we began reciting quotes in funny voices. And so it began...

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