November 20
The Story as a Stowaway
I want to tell you a story, but I want to tell it to you
quickly, so I can give it to you and then you can carry it on your way. For what good is my story to you if you must
leave it where it lay? Your need to be elsewhere
presses on us both and I wish to give you what you can take rather than to try
to stall you here for an epic you might never lift and certainly not dream of
dragging along. I want you to be on your
way and take a part of me with you. I
wish to sew myself in your mind; tether my tale to your soul. I believe in forward motion and the need to
carry on. Where you’re going I can’t go
on my own but I know that if I am funny, quick and lite, part of me goes even
to the end of your world and my hope is to help you make it bright.
Apprentice yourself to collaboration
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MIRACULOUS
Sometimes the blind lead the deaf.
The subtle signs are the bumping into trouble
And the inability to listen to reason.
It is an expedition into disaster.
Unfettered by common sense or boundaries
Tumbles and falls propel this pairing
To unknown destinations.
The attraction is baffling but undeniable.
These pairs can be seen through the ages.
In spite of this confounding coupling
Sometimes the blind find their way
And the deaf hear the call.
Even when they don’t life seems to roll along
But try to keep your eyes and ears open anyway.
Sometimes the blind lead the deaf.
The subtle signs are the bumping into trouble
And the inability to listen to reason.
It is an expedition into disaster.
Unfettered by common sense or boundaries
Tumbles and falls propel this pairing
To unknown destinations.
The attraction is baffling but undeniable.
These pairs can be seen through the ages.
In spite of this confounding coupling
Sometimes the blind find their way
And the deaf hear the call.
Even when they don’t life seems to roll along
But try to keep your eyes and ears open anyway.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
