As I was watching a rerun of a late night talk show, I thought how everyone on the show was contractually obligated to be there.

In other words, the spontaneity would not arise if the contractual obligation was not in effect.

Just so, I thought, we are karmically obligated to show up and deliver our lines to the universe AS the universe.

The spontaneity arises from another source altogether. One might say from freedom. But that is just another question mark at the end of the sentence, “Who am I, really?” Who am I when the stage lights are off and I am alone?

There are no end to our questions, to our fears and doubts and misgivings, etc. We are clay creatures after all while here on earth.

The claymation is so effective that we forget that somewhere in space and time we signed a contract to show up on Planet Earth no matter how we were feeling. There are no sick days or mental health days that I know of. The show must go on.

I always remember meeting John Ramsey on the island of Maui. His words: “You wouldn’t get up in the audience of a Shakespearean play and yell, ‘It’s only a play.'”

So just sit back and enjoy the show. The Director knows what He is doing.

Vicki Woodyard