There is only what is happening. I could stop this essay right here.

Since it is happening, you might as well ask how you know that it is.

Perhaps the answer is that you are both the knower and the happening.

Then why the panic?

Simple.

You can’t stop it.

You want to be the one in charge.

We all do.

It hurts so bad, whether you know the facts or not.

Who will tend your wounds?

You will. Even if it feels like you are powerless.

In your powerlessness your power lies.

The moon and stars keep on shining.

You keep on suffering whatever is happening.

The questions keep on being asked and nothing ever happens.

Music and poetry are vital to life.

I write because I can’t not write.

Does God exist?

He seems to be happening, doesn’t He?

But to some He doesn’t and that is okay, too.

It’s all okay because it is happening.

Maybe this is helpful and maybe it isn’t.

Maybe you are helpful and maybe you aren’t.

We are all in this together.

Vicki Woodyard