I have been doing this writing for so long and I am so slow to learn my lessons. I have to keep repeating them, as they are in an endless loop.

Tonight I opened up a bunch of old files, reading things that seemed important ten or fifteen years ago.

Imperceptibly we grow, cell by cell, gravitating towards the light, which is within.

Recently the blog feels like a few people gathered around the campfire. I feel so good about it, like I can stretch all of my tight muscles and let go of everything that I fret over. I am so good at fretting. Early on, I became a perfectionist and it persists to this day.

Good thing for you that I am still bent on perfecting my writing. Not the intellectual part of it, but the “surrender” part of it.

We all stand in need of a good thorough surrender at least forty times a day. Wink, wink. Not everything must be taken seriously. I typed two “e’s” in that word, not everything must be taken seer-ously. I don’t have to see the next step.

I am fascinated by information that does not come from the rational mind or even from this dimension. We learn from both our sleeping dreams and our waking dreams. My friend Tallulah taught me about waking dreams. You take any experience and interpret it just like you would a dream.

The fact that four men wrote me recently pointed out the need for the rational mind to build structure for what must ultimately fall apart. Think paradox, people!

We are all influencing each other and that is especially felt as I write these essays and have people respond to them and to their own thoughts about them.

I am getting to the bottom part of the essay and that’s where all of the rich silt is gathered. Can you feel the cool squishiness of this paragraph? If you can, you are smiling at what gibberish I can spout. The thinker can never be enlightened. Than who can? The moment I know, I promise that I will tell you.

Vicki Woodyard