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Feb.12.2013
  February 12   Whittle it Down     A famous sculptor mentioned that he doesn’t so much create the objects as remove the stone which doesn’t belong.  I have had the same experience with willingness.  Encased in the bedrock of my will willingness had no opportunity to...
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Sep.15.2012
  Sept 15   WHINING BRATS     Some days whining brats come at me from all directions and my hair won’t curl.  Apathy chases me around the house.  I wonder how it has more energy than I do.  My mind twists into a wrinkled mess; I drag my good foot and hop on the...
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Aug.24.2012
  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...
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Aug.19.2012
  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...
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Apr.13.2012
  April 13     WILLING PIECRUST       I lay the crust of my will over the pie plate of God’s will for me.  I must have the willingness to trim off the excesses.  I hesitate; I worked hard to roll it out.  I know from past experience, when hot issues come...
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Feb.13.2012
  February 13   NIGHT FLIGHT           The small log shape with large wings passed the windshield of my moving car without collision, due to meticulous calculation and correction in a night sky.  Silent passage… swift and meaningful, the owl lives as it knows...
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Jan.29.2012
  January 29   MY MOTHER’S FACE     The way that age pours down my mother's face when she is sad reminds me that grief runs through my blood.  Generation after generation has been transfused with anxious woe.  Heartbreak vexes minds full of fear.  There is no easy...
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Sep.22.2011
September 22       No Jin       I molested the touch control lamp.  I had no trouble turning it on, but could never figure how to turn it off; therefore I let the light shine in the daytime.  I called looking for guidance, “lick your fingers then try again...
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Sep.07.2011
September 7       Genius       I am often bonded to a self which thinks I know everything and when in doubt believes I should know even if I don’t.  Freeing me of this requires the constant support of friends and neighbors’ assuring me that in a capricious world...
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Aug.09.2011
August 9       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...