If I gave a child a pair of sneakers would I refuse to help them to tie them on? Would I want this kid to wear them open, tongues hanging out, laces dangling and dangerous? Or worse would I want the child to have to lug the sneakers around; the kid feeling the need to treasure the gift and protect it from use or wear? I hope that I would not be this sick, misguided or deranged. I have to say that I have given up believing in a crazy G-d but this doesn’t mean that I can’t drive G-d crazy with my insane behavior. I have to stick my feet inside my shoes and lift my foot for help and open my mouth to ask, then pay close attention so I can learn to do it on my own; all the while not beating myself up that I can’t do it already.
Treat adventure as a requirement for life
When the donkey won’t move forward
It’s time to stop running
No need to make an ass of myself
Through force or coercion.
The dumb animal may be mute but its actions speak.
Reluctance is a warning.
If my animal nature is balking
Listening not shoving in the preferred course.
Super intelligence can’t best good horse sense.
I must stand with my intuition
That creature depends on my survival for life.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault