Who is the Parent?

November 18

Who is the Parent?

There are more liars in my head than anywhere else and they will say the most errant nonsense, making it sound totally convincing.  First of all they use other people’s inventories to leverage me into believing that I am just what is needed to lift each person’s universe from despair; then they insist that my life will be incomplete until I have saved nations and secured borders, all the while failing to mention the deadly nature of these attempts.  None of this is a problem unless I listen.  Liars’ lying causes me no trouble until I accept and act on this bunk.  This is where a thorough inventory saves the day.  When I am clear about the truth of who and what I am I can’t be easily led astray.  I know I am G-d’s child and the resemblance can be strong, but today that burden is not mine to carry, so I can stay busy being me.

Cheap advice comes from thinking; dear advice comes from experience

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LIBERTY, HOPE?

If you had to choose would it be liberty or hope?
Liberty is highly recommended but without hope
How would you know you were at liberty?

Transversely if you had no liberty
How could you have hope?
Removal of liberty removes the possibility of hope.

So why ask for a choice to be made.
Well that’s the joy of liberty, I am free to ask anything,
And you are free to imagine anything and hope for more.

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

Nuzzle's Offering

November 20

NUZZLE’S OFFERING

Like a vegan kitten who wrestles long tailed leaves and twigs, subduing them and dragging these prizes to the feet of human parents, I fight paper tigers and bring the tatters as tribute to my Higher Power.  These bloodless battles are pure practice; future wars may not be as clean.  I can not enlist my God to fight these skirmishes; I would never believe in one that I could.  I accept Deus as creator and cheerleader, but champion, no.  Foliage and foes are mine to fight.  The spoils, I bring back for pats on the head and bragging.

Talk to things other than people.

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Triumph

God and I are experience junkies;

part of why I am here is so God can take me for a ride,

but also for the treat of God tucking into the sidecar

and letting me take us out for a spin.

I am God’s audience and God is mine;

though we are not peers we are comrades.

Life is a serious business I am sure and

profit and loss are always there to be considered.

I can barely describe to you

how much being in love with my creator is a joy,

but even better is being the apple of my creator’s eye.

Smarts

September 18

SMARTS

Intelligence should be used as a tool not a weapon.  Intelligence is as common as silica and can be used to do anything, so, why not as a helping hand, lifeline, foothold?  Intelligence doesn’t preclude ignorance, arrogance or stupidity.  Nor does it eliminate selfishness, greed or anarchy.  Intelligence is not a substitute for wisdom and cannot hold a candle to kindness.  Intelligence makes things possible, help and hurt; intention makes the decision.  Intelligence is like a hand full of sand.

Pair your books for companionship.

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Buffoon

Never juggle knives and butter at the same time

or you will just spread your problems around.

Passing on the knives is the first best idea,

leaving the butter in the dish is the second.

I have gotten many funny schemes into my brain;

gotten them in with ease,

it is the getting them out of my brain I struggle with.

Crowbars and coercion have been my favored tools;

ineffective though they may be, I am persistent,

while wishing to be dexterous.

It took me years to realize the problem with juggling is

that it begins with me throwing things

and ends with disaster if I can’t catch it all.

What slips through my fingers

through daily living is hard enough

what I throw into the fray for showmanship is, too much.

I needn’t be the fool flinging my pins

when my goal is to stay on them.

How I've come upon the World

November 28

How I’ve come upon the World.

My first exposure to Bogart was as the man who was after Bugs Bunny, and Lauren Bacall was only referred to as Baby. I only ever heard Kaw Liga because Stephen King referenced it too often and I had to go have a listen. I come through the back door on so much of the world and it has served me rather well. Yes, I often feel ignorant, but at least the knowledge never sees me coming and I get the drop on it. There is a quality to not having been spoon-fed, that keeps me sharp and allows for depth. The universe sends me clues and I go investigate. It cuts down on the agendaed learning of the social norms and cuts me a wide swath beyond the common path. There are times when conformity is key; then again it’s a sweet thing to have a choice.

Level inequity

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TAPERS

I wax poetic and burn the candle at both ends.
I borrow from the beginning, I steal from the end
And come up short; feeling deeply cheated.

I pass myself off as the time-keeper but am the time-pleaser
Arch-traitor selling short the days and hours
For approval not fulfillment.

I put away my true identity, mammal, human, the love of.
I have exchanged it for the mask and cape of the Do-do-doer.
A tragic figure of myth and legend who breaks the spirit
Of everyone who attempts the portrayal.

In spite of this the roads teem with actors
Becoming caricatures of a life less lived.
The world is more than a stage
And I must free powers greater than to be more than an audience.