Miraculous

December 3

MIRACULOUS

Sometimes the blind lead the deaf.  The subtle signs are the bumping into trouble and 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.  And even when they don’t, life seems to roll along.  But try to keep your eyes and ears open anyway.

Set the goalpost where you can see it.

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Precious Cargo

Do I carry myself as well as I could?

Do I understand the value

of what is contained within me?

This journey matters,

it requires my attention and comprehension,

if only I am able.

When I fall short the road changes.

The distance I go has much to do with how well

and whether I acknowledge the nature of the cargo

with which I am embedded.

Vlog:  http://youtu.be/iPT2N2sthu4

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

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

The Wall of Pleasant

March 11

THE WALL OF PLEASANT

How quickly I am protected by a sweet smile.  A disarming countenance and a gentle phrase save my skin and psyche.  No longer do I defend my reputation as a wit or critic.  I let it all flow by.  The simpler I appear the more effective the facade.  The energy I conserve not fighting losing battles is well spent in the company of like-minded sober friends in the pursuit of sober lives.  I stay out of the fray and behind this partition.  Its insides are posted with announcements proclaiming my opinion and the lunacy of the person on the other side.  The reading of these notices does not persuade me to dismantle the enclosure but encourages me to keep it sound.  Many years of shelter behind this now vine covered fortification allow restraint of my words, spoken and written, to safeguard my sanity.  When I am gifted with comment, I am spared the desire for credit.  Boundaries are a blessing and living within them a saving grace.

Reconnect to hope.

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Creed

We have a long standing family tradition

of viewing miracles as tragedy;

this custom has afforded us many

a fine escape from the unknown.

Most things in life are bad; people, places, things,

this belief is protective though useless.

Ultimately I feel this belief is not what colors

the dynastic impression of the miraculous,

but the apprehension is due to the limited nature of the thing.

I come from a line of dissatisfaction;

miracles are provided when what is desired is panacea.

If everything is not imperially resolved

then it is all for naught

Because the same psyche

which cannot begin a process

without a guaranteed outcome

can’t pickup the slack after a triumphant start.

Give it all to me tied with a bow,

I will begin the critique from there

though I will accept, offer me a beginning

fraught with uncertainty and I will decline.

A secure entrenchment is preferred to inexact risk.

I will die with my boots on,

but I mustn’t leave the house.

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

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

The Story as a Stowaway

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.

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

Miraculous

December 3

MIRACULOUS

Sometimes the blind lead the deaf.  The subtle signs are the bumping into trouble and 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.  And even when they don’t, life seems to roll along.  But try to keep your eyes and ears open anyway.

Set the goalpost where you can see it.

*

Precious Cargo

Do I carry myself as well as I could?

Do I understand the value

of what is contained within me?

This journey matters,

it requires my attention and comprehension,

if only I am able.

When I fall short the road changes.

The distance I go has much to do with how well

and whether I acknowledge the nature of the cargo

with which I am embedded.