It is hard to write real. I hold so many points of view that the real view gets obscured.

I hurt and I don’t hurt.
I am not at peace for very long at a time.
Then I take to the writing road again.

I have a deep wish to be myself and a false need to make myself look better than I am.

I want to say this with a hundred per cent conviction. Non-duality language is so boring, so drab, so yesterday.

I move into reality when I write paragraphs like that.

Whatever is happening online was over on the astral plane a long time ago.

Move on.

Pilgrim with a penchant for both peace and pleasure. Neither satisfies for long.

There IS no final answer inside my stupid head. There are only more things that are no longer relevant.

I am a medicine woman and the medicine I give you is confusion. Embrace it.

Confusion makes you want to clear the air, to jump out of yourself and sail along the road not taken.

Vicki Woodyard