October 20
WALKING JOY
HOME
I make sure to walk joy home not because I doubt her ability
to find it alone, rather because it gives me extra time with her. I used to fear joy, that I would be
intoxicated by her presence and lose my well-hardened grasp on realism. Now I see that without joy in my life there
is no realism, that it was only cynicism masquerading in its place. Joy is simple and unassuming. I often confuse her with ecstasy and scoot
away in shy terror. Joy is nice to have
around. She is not just a party animal;
sometimes I invite her over for a cup of tea.
When we are done I take the winding path to savor every step up to her
door.
If you can’t lay
down your burden move it from hand to hand.
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Resilience
When I experience trauma or drama
my heart and soul return to the toddler state;
I feel the urge to stay up and push forward.
I resist help and rest.
I try to override animal need in favor of intellectual
prowess.
Bleary eyed and red-faced, I soldier on,
only managing to make my life into a ceaseless fight.
My charm and wit wear thin; then wear out.
I need to recharge my batteries,
need to hit reset and restore my default settings.
It is hard for me to accept that I must lie down
in order to get up again.
Restoration is impossible to achieve from my battle stance.
Resilience is a bouncing ball.
What I want to rise I must first throw down.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
