Nightcrawlers and Nightingales

September 6

Nightcrawlers and Nightingales

I wriggle blind eyed through the dirt; friction, my friend giving me something to push against, resistance aiding my travels.  I worm my way through life and believed that was all there was; having never seen the sky.  I traveled far and wide once I had taken to the air.  Open eyed I push against a thing I cannot see and peer down on the dirt I left behind.  I soar rather than struggle and go the distance leaving my mind open to the next frontier.

Say what everyone knows in a way that no one thought of

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HUMILITY

A great woman walks my street everyday.

She carries a tall walking stick with a loop for her hand.

Each morning I see her low crown of hair and the half smile,

Her friendly wave when I catch her eye.

Each morning when I see her

I see the secret play across her face--humility.

This is the secret she cannot share.

I know she would sing it from the mountain tops if it would help.

But humility is not a secret you can tell.

It’s a secret you have to live with.

As I slowly learn this precious thing I see it shine in others.

Recognition of persons with inborn dignity

And a keen understanding of their personal value lights inside me.

When I see this fine woman walking with purpose

I appreciate myself better and am so very grateful

For those who keep humility alive by living it.

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Prize Catch

June 11

Prize Catch

There is a reason that fish flap and twist when they are caught, why even though they are in the air they fight for the life that once was theirs, only martyrs go without a fight, it is good to know that at least this vice is not mine. When I did not love my life its loss was not an actual change, there was nothing to hold onto, nothing to struggle for. Now I thrash at the feel of my loved life slipping from me. It is good to know I have passion enough to rally a defense. My life can be taken from me, but I haven’t lost my will to fight.

Turn confusion until its smooth

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THE PALMIST

Last night I had a silly dream.

I was in a tent at a carnival and the woman across the table

Held my hand so dear, looked into my eyes and said

“Today you will go to a meeting which will save your life”

I thanked her and left full of anticipation.

When I awoke, I was filled with the same strong sensation

I rose, washed and left for the meeting with anticipation.

I paid close attention to the coffee maker,

Those setting up chairs with me and the newcomer

I listened carefully to the speakers

And the sound of the group’s voice closing in prayer

Nothing out of the ordinary happened

Other than my realization

That every meeting saves my life.

Self-Seeking is a Debt

September 21

SELF-SEEKING IS A DEBIT



Trying to get credit for everything I do has run me into debt in my anonymity account, which draws directly from my humility bank. I cannot expend my resources seeking acknowledgement and expect to retain much dignity or class. How can I build within while constantly grasping for nods and smiles from scenery and landscaping? I want approval so much that I have lost my center. In an attempt to top the charts I forgot my song. My ego writes checks that my soul can’t cover. I run my potential into the red looking to get my name in black and white. If I keep my name out of lights I have a chance of building up my dignity.


Own your own blocks.