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 on to 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.
Draw satisfaction on the wall of your brain.
Go Where it’s Warm
The intangible rightness of cohesion is difficult to explain.
What is it that makes a group congregating into a congregation?
What makes a rag tag tousle into a home group?
It is the thing I yearn for, but dare not chase.
I know this too makes a grub into a butterfly,
yet private transformation seems necessary,
where the change of masses is gratuitous.
A thousand geese fly overhead;
arrows of individual miracles,
pointing the way to the meaning of it all.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault