I am coming to the Mac to write less and less. I can’t explain how I am feeling; it is rather like everything inside of me is growing quieter and more silent. There is a background silence that becomes the foreground.

Events seem to happen without any planning on my part. For the second time, I ran into an old neighbor and I realized that I understand her more now. She has breast cancer that has spread and is doing so well handling the diagnosis. We met in a clothing store and we talked as I tried on outfits for a wedding I am going to this summer.

I sense that this life is indeed a movie that I am watching. Not only that, Leonard Cohen’s words from “Treaty,” ring in my ear. “Only one of us was real and that was me.”

We are all the only “I” to be found. The Tao flows on with us as unwitting parts of it. I met my old neighbor in the flow of the river of life.

So how do I live my life knowing this more and more fully?

I just settle down in my chair and watch the plot unfold as it has been unfolding since time immemorial.

All is well.

Vicki Woodyard