How does one go from static to ecstatic and is that even possible? To speak personally, which I always do, the ecstatic state has been greatly exaggerated. Sure, some of the great saints and sages proclaim ecstasy, but that doesn’t mean the masses are privy to it. They try, through sex, drugs, rock and roll, but that kind doesn’t last. We want a lasting ecstasy.

Here is how I feel about it. I feel that peace is attainable and that only in limited amounts. When it comes, we should be grateful. I get to peace by sitting in silence. My divine self is always shining through, but I need a little kickstart to feel it. That is why I sit.

Peace is a great relief to the roiling mind. We don’t trust its power nearly enough. To just sit and let all the mental problems and issues settle on the lake of the Self is what we want. Ecstasy is a far-off concept. It may or may not happen.

But we have moved out of our static habitual state. For brief moments we can experience what we truly crave. And that is the company of our own higher self. We want to hang out with it! And I suggest that we are not doing nearly enough of that.

Yesterday I had lunch at a restaurant that has been there quite some time, but I hadn’t lunched there. I had tacos and then went to Home Depot for some plants and stuff. When I got home I repotted a few houseplants and worked in the yard briefly. I unearthed some flagstones that Bob installed decades ago. They were still there for me to walk on; I had just forgotten all about them. The same holds true for hanging out with myself. I am always available; I just forget that I am.

You guys know everything about me. You know that I go over the same ground again and again. There is a reason for that. It is the Self.

Vicki Woodyard