Hope
August 30, 2009
- August 30 THE CALL Within the sound of your voice I singIn the beat of your heartI healI feel in your touchAnd dance when your toe starts to tapI see myself in your beautyI warm inside your embraceYour thoughts are my inspirationYour lungs breathe me in and blow me outI soar in your flightAnd dream in your wakingI ring in your earsFall with your tearsI’m lost in youFound in you Travel and ...
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August 25, 2009
- August 25 AUTUMN The falling leaves slap my hand as I ride the road at fifty miles per, my arm dangling The trees are shedding their masqueradeExposed they stand stark, strippedNaked to the soulThe growth of this year's yearning waves on the fringeI can follow this leadRemove pretense not clothingStand before all who have an interest in seeing meUnashamed of my wantsAnd the things I ...
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August 24, 2009
- August 24 CAMPAIGN Sobriety is the Santa Claus, bringing delightful gifts, which make me smile. Recovery is the Genie, which comes from staying out of bottles. This Jin makes treasure possible but doesn’t bring it to my door. The ads and billboards of illusion built a world of booze but no hope for a real life. I have learned to turn from all the lies of picking up, and live in ...
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August 23, 2009
- August 23 MEETING INVENTORY The manicurist at the meeting sits and does her nails; the discussion goes on around her as she files away. Cell phones go off for the people who can’t put their lives on hold for their sobriety. The knitter knits and the dissenters descend; with the chatting chickens and the grumbling grouse, all these populate the meeting. It has taken the first half ...
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August 19, 2009
- Teaching people who are 18-22 or so is amazing for many reasons, but the part I like the most is watching transition. Every semester, I ask my students to write to me for two pages, about anything, and they do. They hand me their sheets of paper and walk out the door, and I read about their summers, their high school graduations, their jobs. I read about their hopes and fears and desires. ...
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August 19, 2009
- August 19 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 ...
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August 17, 2009
- August 17 IN THE PRAIRIE In the prairie, there are small fenced cemeteries, family plots. The flat expanse of land opens to the eye; hand carved monuments stand in testimony to love and service. In these places grow the wild flowers… bluebells, paintbrush, lupines, and all manner of reedy grasses… these places cordoned off from mechanization and Agra-business. Held in trust are ...
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August 16, 2009
- August 16 I AM I am my own hope.The spring of willingness flows within me and makes everything possible. I am my own dream.Colors and sprinkles fly in my mind and mix with a sprite's laugh and make me enchanted. I am my own joy.Filled with wonder and delight, my quick turns and ready mind warm my heart and pink my cheeks. I am my own prize.New and exciting, everyday that I am myself,I ...
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August 14, 2009
- August 14 NEVER LET GO When it grows dark on one side of a transparency the other becomes reflective. When addiction doesn’t hold a flame for me, I see the true face of its results. Because I know now the destructive possibilities, I must print the picture and post it on the wall, for the day may come when addiction appears as a light for me and the mirror will be gone. I need to ...
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August 11, 2009
- August 11 I KNOW I know more than I understand. I know more than I let on. I know right from wrong, left from right, uphill from down. I know you have my best interest at heart. I know I often don’t. I know it hurts when I fall but holding on isn’t easy. I know that wanting is not needing and needing is not enough. I know old thinking breeds old action but new thinking is ...
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