Some days I feel like a porcelain doll; hard head, hard hands, hard feet and everywhere else is soft, gormless. I feel useless and act out my feelings, stumbling through a day of pointless inactivity. I know that I belong on a shelf or propped upon the pillows of a bed, not fine enough for curio or collection, merely someone of marginal decorative value. I have gotten away from the meaning of me, the thrum of G-d’s intentions and am trapped in this world of elaboration; everything is embellished and nothing is real. It is time to put my foot down; to feel the earth solid and right, to catch my mind and take it out of its greasy spin. I am not a China doll and it is time to walk away from these purloined thoughts.
Wear a white cotton cord around your waist
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 often wild
And requires two minds for review.
I know to look three ways before crossing the street
Because trouble sometimes hits head on.
I know that if life is the question, yes is the answer
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault