I have a massive energy transformer that lives inside me. It is explosive in nature and risky to toy with. But if used properly I can power my whole world with the current which flows through it to me from my Higher Power. If I use it improperly I can melt down my core and burn down my life. The connections are of the utmost importance, insulation is a priority as well. I know that I am conduit and so much more. I must do my part as the carrier and the arbiter of change.
The absence of joy is a sin
FLAW IN SNOW
Waiting for snow-
Waiting for cold fingers, slick roads
Warm beds, reading by firelight.
Waiting for proof of lack of control.
Waiting itself proves lack of control.
I can dance the snow dance
And refuse to buy new shovels.
Hang out laundry,
Put out all manner of storm tempters.
Still I cannot force the hand of nature
I must sit with my crystalline optimism
And endure these cloudless skies.
There will be snow
It will fall somewhere
But I mustn’t grow over anxious
Cause it may never snow in Miami.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault