I am not so much a blogger as a slogger! I go through the same lessons over and over, doing my best not to see them. Why? Because lessons are painful, that’s why. To sum up, here is an imaginary/real description of my life.

Walking, walking, walking,
Eating, eating, eating.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming.
Falling, falling, falling.
Forgetting, resenting, resisting.

Now and then something good happens.
And it is not something I ever plan.
Some call these slender threads.
At these times I say thank you.

Then more of walking, etc. and so forth.

The master, someone says, is the one that hurls you back onto the path time and time again. I don’t know who or she is, but I suspect they are an inside job, don’t you?

I used to read lots of non-dual nonsense. Then I saw how it was an immaculate misconception of life. Some were claiming that their lives used to be like mine but now they had seen the light. They would probably claim to be

Skipping, skipping, skipping,
Parsing, parsing, parsing.
Teaching, teaching, teaching.
‘Splainin, ‘splainin, ‘splainin….

I no longer bought that. Plus sometimes as I plodded along, they would kick me in the shins.

So I left non-duality and left Facebook and that left me a good deal of free time. Time does not exist except to people who are waiting for things to be over and then it goes s-l-o-w-l-y. Then there is:

Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Hoping, hoping hoping.
Fidgeting, fidgeting, fidgeting (until someone invented the Fidget Spinner).

I guess I better stop now as it is time for me to quit writing, quit writing, quit writing.

Then there is:

Silence, silence, silence.
Now y’er talkin’ Vicki. Now y’er talkin’….

Vicki Woodyard