Pick up Your Hammer and Saw
The task infers the tool. I know this, yet I resist clearly mapping my insanity. I look into the well of my despair then quickly I look away, I fear informing G-d what I need lest the need be filled. I need to believe that a power will heal me, but if I am provided with the force of life, I shrink from the prospect. This too, must be added to the list of my emotional woes and mental shortages. This too, will be healed. I look at my problems and then realize, that like the moon, who pulls the water from dry shore to dry shore, solutions are installed in heaven and earth if I know what the problem is.
Experiment, start living a dream
COMFORT AND WILLINGNESS
Closer than comfort is willingness.
Comfort is at the skin
But willingness is under it.
I can live without comfort
But not without willingness
Both are unseen but felt deeply.
Willingness drives to the destination
And comfort settles me in once there.
Comfort is a gift like warmth,
Willingness is a gift like breath.
I have been tempted to let go of willingness
To hold onto comfort.
True willingness brings true comfort
Never the other way around.
No matter where I have to go
Willingness will take me there,
I hope comfort will follow.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault