The soul is a knowing substance. That sentence says much. When I sit in silence each morning, it is the soul that bids me do that. It is, as they say, True Nature. It is worth my while to re-establish this connection with the thing that keeps me grounded, keeps me able to function in this distorted world.

Make no mistake, the ego distorts everything. It warps the finest intentions instantly. In that sense it is amazingly gifted. But what it gives is worthless. It has seeming value only.

As I take my seat to enter silence, the ego sits down with me. Maybe for a few seconds it allows me to make contact, than it is off to the races! It wants me to go faster, sit quicker, drive somewhere, do something different with my hair, get it some chocolate. And worst of all, it knows my sensitivities and plays to them. “You should move. You should get a life. This won’t last forever.”

So the sitting is challenged by the ego. I have learned to sit anyway.

Perhaps this is one lesson I have learned well. The soul, being a knowing substance, is offering me the only true food. The manna of the moment. Nourishment for the now. I take it, surrounding myself in white light for yet another day.

Vicki Woodyard