I am all too human, despite wishes to the contrary. I have chapped hair and crooked teeth. My tummy is the correct size for my age, which I find quite displeasing. Despite that, I pop chocolates into my mouth way too often.

Some things are dwindling and becoming crepey, while others grow freakishly in unwanted places.

My thoughts are not prize-winners, either. Sometimes I cuss in my head. I still can’t summon courage to do it out loud.

As far as being non-dual, that ship sailed long ago. I may be one with God, but the word “non-dual” was slapped on by a human and is therefore now somewhat obsolete.

I have had cataracts removed and prescriptions added. I would walk but it makes my feet hurt. In spite of that, I seem like an indestructible little weed, beautiful in God’s sight. And His is much better than mine.

I have been told to give up sugar, carbs and red meat. What is left to enjoy? I mean, really? I can’t do that.

You see, I am mixing up spirituality and everyday living. Oh, they are one. I keep forgetting that.

In my Father’s House are many mansions, and I would bet that there are Hershey Kisses in the bedside table.

Vicki Woodyard