March 27
New Borne
What happens when you finally get what you want, what you
barely dared to dream? What happens when
you can hardly do more than drip tears down from smiling eyes? Where do you go with a future filled with
proposed joy? Heaven is an option if
only you believed, but hell has been such a perennial destination it’s hard to
realize there will be no return trip this year or possibly ever again. The work required to change from an attitude
of longing to one of satisfaction is as real as all the work needed thus
far. Tending love is a host of
disciplines I want to step to, like I have done it all my life, like I was born
to do it and I was, yet, still growth is accompanied by its own pain and
awkwardness and who am I to deny this treat.
Any new life worth living is worth the pain to bear it.
Turn up your smile
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FEELINGS
Getting my feelings back
Was like a package delivered.
Not a letter bomb
More like live squid or bait of some kind
It was something to catch me out there.
I think overcoming the shock
Was more or less the small part
Though it seemed to loom at the time.
The squirming, the writhing of my soul
Was like a pregnancy following a bad dream.
I wondered how this became a part of me.
I squandered my days
Hoping it would leave quietly some night soon.
Like all difficult relationships
I attempted to hold my breath through it.
Failing this, I tried to offer my feelings a guest wing in my heart
And a never ending supply of tea and cookies.
When the reality of life with feelings planted itself firmly in me
I let out my breath, stopped the hostess act
And endeavored to roll with it.
This worked well.
I have since invested in a wet-suit and fins
The squid are much easier to live with
When I meet them on their turf.
Getting my feelings back
Was like a package delivered.
Not a letter bomb
More like live squid or bait of some kind
It was something to catch me out there.
I think overcoming the shock
Was more or less the small part
Though it seemed to loom at the time.
The squirming, the writhing of my soul
Was like a pregnancy following a bad dream.
I wondered how this became a part of me.
I squandered my days
Hoping it would leave quietly some night soon.
Like all difficult relationships
I attempted to hold my breath through it.
Failing this, I tried to offer my feelings a guest wing in my heart
And a never ending supply of tea and cookies.
When the reality of life with feelings planted itself firmly in me
I let out my breath, stopped the hostess act
And endeavored to roll with it.
This worked well.
I have since invested in a wet-suit and fins
The squid are much easier to live with
When I meet them on their turf.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
