October 6
REMEMBERING
Remembering is the oxygen my brain pumps to my soul. Remembering gives me mobility and
traction. Everything in my life that is
positive depends on my remembering. It
keeps apathy at bay and complacency locked in some far off cupboard. Remembering gives today the misty sweetness I
have grown to love. I can live to my
potential and enjoy the process, watch misery move away. I can dream the future every night because I
remember who I am and what I am capable of.
Never can I be haunted, memory keeps me from reactionary
visitation. Though some fear the past, I
know holding it in a close embrace allows me to dance to the rhythm of truth.
Think of names for
your sneakers.
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What Oliver Could not Know
One of the complications of being an orphan
is not learning about the failings and foibles
which visit themselves on all parents.
Living estranged from God has this same blind spot.
When you live with someone day in and day out
you understand their dimensions;
Depravation causes celebrity
and the casting of very large shadows
in some very odd places.
The intimate knowledge of a guardian
allows for relaxation and experimentation.
Isolation creates an overload of anticipation;
Fear of risk and the yearning for attention
swing a pendulum to the point of weaponry.
Familiarity is a breeding ground,
which means many things grow.
Life in a vacuum is devoid of life
and nothing grows up.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
