I cannot buy happiness. No matter how much money I spend, how hard I work, I can never pay bliss off on lay away. The angles of escape for glee are phenomenal. I see runaway emotions and must concede ownership. When opportunities arise for satisfaction I pay the fare and take the trip. The boat isn’t mine to keep but the tour is forever in my heart. I can’t take it home to bury it in the yard. Like a wild thing I can leave joy where I find it. I never need to cage or bind it. I need to enjoy each measure while the music plays. I remunerate for time in proximity; delight arrives and stays as long as it likes. I linger at the table and enjoy my dessert. Leasing elation is an occasion of celebration. Living moment to moment has given me this chance. So, I take it.
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What is at the Eye of the Storm?
Serenity is the alignment of three knowledges
1. Knowing that I am not without skill, talent, gifts.
2.Knowing that I am not without community,
3.Knowing that I am not without God,
whether or not I believe God is able to intervene.
When I am in full or even partial possession of these three
I am safe from storm, or no, drought,
or no, fiery hairy pestilence.
Without this knowledge everything is
storm, drought and pestilence,
no matter what anyone else says or all evidence to the contrary.
I will make my own mess when bereft.
I will pay a large price for ignoring the facts
and the lion’s share of this loss is loss of my serenity
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault