Yes, that too

September 11

YES, THAT TOO

When kindness becomes a weakness, when mental agility becomes emotional instability, it’s time to reassess everything.  I cannot leave any thing off my inventory because my grandma, or society or the preacher says it’s a good thing to be.  Every blessing can be a curse; all my characteristics have their dark side.  I have to list the entirety of my cargo and keep a watchful eye.  I have to moderate my investment in all my abilities or I could lose myself.  Warmth is nice but I don’t want Death Valley.  Integrity requires balance or depraved indifference will be the outcome.  Weak and strong, right and wrong, it all goes on the scale.

Be generous with yourself, then others.

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Louet

Consolidating fuzz into yarn

makes me a friend to sheep everywhere.

Spinning the filaments of truth into cables of life

does not impress the mutton in anyway,

but sure does my mental health a world of good.

Free floating fiber is bad for my lungs

and piles lint all around.

Giving things a firm twist

pulls together what used to be fluff

and keeps me warm and dry.

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

Conservation of Love

April 8

CONSERVATION OF LOVE

Love does not diminish.  It recycles like the rain, ever in transition and transmission.  Love is not salvationary or redemptive.  Nor do I believe it to be the currency of Godliness.  Love is an element like cobalt or gold, it has weight and substance.  Love is the coinage of responsibility not a door out of consequences.  Love, true love, inspires right action, never cowardice or disrespect.  In this strange amelioration, standing in the wings of realism, love is love no longer.  Love is the standard I have to bear, not the canopy I stand beneath.  In the frozen center, love cannot endure the pressure of misinformation, and melts with friction, floods with irresponsibility.  Love, like money, admiration and sex, has its place and must not have expectation of being more than it is.  With that said, Love is peerless, to be treasured, protected and shared.

Run away with your heart but bring your mind.

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Up and Down: Round and Round

Like the wheel on my spinning wheel

I pump up and down on the treadle

and the wheel spins round and round,

The roving twists in my hand and yarn is made.

Really all I do is tap my foot

and gently hold on, pulling occasionally.

It is a small part I play in this production

at least it feels small almost unnecessary,

but with a clear mind I see

that without me it doesn’t get done.

I am essential yet still just a foot-tapper and hanger-on

neither of these is prestigious

yet the whole fabric depends

on my mundane actions.

I take great comfort knowing that allover

there are foot-tappers and hangers-on

keeping safe this way of life

Sometimes keeping it safe just through sheer repetition.

And if you ask, “Is that Unity or Recovery or Service?”

All I can say is “Yes, yes it is.”

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

Louet

September 11

Louet

Consolidating fuzz into yarn makes me a friend to sheep everywhere.   Spinning the filaments of truth into cables of life does not impress the mutton in anyway, but sure does my mental health a world of good.  Free floating fiber is bad for my lungs and piles lint all around.  Giving things a firm twist pulls together what used to be fluff and keeps me warm and dry.

Jones for candor

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WORKS

I cry the waterworks so necessary to the healing of my heart.

I explode with the fireworks required

For anger to set living boundaries.

I sleep the sleep of angels, as I link to dream works

Allowing mental maintenance to occur,

Slip into my political face, making time for public works.

I return to my abode, call the pie maker and order “the works”.

Have it delivered so I can face the homework

Waiting for me and bearing my name.

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

Yes, That Too

September 11

YES, THAT TOO

When kindness becomes a weakness, when mental agility becomes emotional instability, it’s time to reassess everything.  I cannot leave any thing off my inventory because my grandma, or society or the preacher says it’s a good thing to be.  Every blessing can be a curse; all my characteristics have their dark side.  I have to list the entirety of my cargo and keep a watchful eye.  I have to moderate my investment in all my abilities or I could lose myself.  Warmth is nice but I don’t want Death Valley.  Integrity requires balance or depraved indifference will be the outcome.  Weak and strong, right and wrong, it all goes on the scale.

Be generous with yourself, then others.

*

Louet

Consolidating fuzz into yarn

makes me a friend to sheep everywhere.

Spinning the filaments of truth into cables of life

does not impress the mutton in anyway,

but sure does my mental health a world of good.

Free floating fiber is bad for my lungs

and piles lint all around.

Giving things a firm twist

pulls together what used to be fluff

and keeps me warm and dry.

Louet

September 11

Louet

Consolidating fuzz into yarn makes me a friend to sheep everywhere. Spinning the filaments of truth into cables of life does not impress the mutton in anyway, but sure does my mental health a world of good. Free floating fiber is bad for my lungs and piles lint all around. Giving things a firm twist pulls together what used to be fluff and keeps me warm and dry.

Jones for candor

*

WORKS

I cry the waterworks so necessary to the healing of my heart.

I explode with the fireworks required

For anger to set living boundaries.

I sleep the sleep of angels, as I link to dream works

Allowing mental maintenance to occur,

Slip into my political face, making time for public works.

I return to my abode, call the pie maker and order “the works”.

Have it delivered so I can face the homework

Waiting for me and bearing my name.

Up and Down: Round and Round

April 9

Up and Down: Round and Round

Like the wheel on my spinning wheel I pump up and down on the treadle and the wheel spins round and round, the roving twists in my hand and yarn is made. Really all I do is tap my foot and gently hold on, pulling occasionally. It is a small part I play in this production at least it feels small almost unnecessary, but with a clear mind I see that without me it doesn’t get done. I am essential yet still just a foot-tapper and hanger-on neither of these is prestigious yet the whole fabric depends on my mundane actions. I take great comfort knowing that all over there are foot-tappers and hangers-on keeping safe this way of life, sometimes keeping it safe just through sheer repetition. And if you ask, “Is that Unity or Recovery or Service?” All I can say is “Yes it is.”

Powder your bottom line

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CLAW MARKS

There is a brackish River

Whose current changes directions twice a day

Its bed is well washed on every side.

It begs the question-

Which way is down hill?

There are times I struggle up hill in both directions

There are times I slip from every slope

What is up is often down

Judgment of topography requires distance

Scaling the surface takes tenacity

I plan on leaving my mark as I go

Life's residue staining my finger tips.

Louet

September 11

Louet

Consolidating fuzz into yarn makes me a friend to sheep everywhere. Spinning the filaments of truth into cables of life does not impress the mutton in anyway, but sure does my mental health a world of good. Free floating fiber is bad for my lungs and piles lint all around. Giving things a firm twist pulls together what used to be fluff and keeps me warm and dry.

Jones for candor

*

WORKS

I cry the waterworks so necessary to the healing of my heart.

I explode with the fireworks required

For anger to set living boundaries.

I sleep the sleep of angels, as I link to dream works

Allowing mental maintenance to occur,

Slip into my political face, making time for public works.

I return to my abode, call the pie maker and order “the works”.

Have it delivered so I can face the homework

Waiting for me and baring my name.