At the end of this long Sunday, I feel empty and deflated. Things in the U.S. are clearly not going to get better any time soon. Trump may not even have to pay the price for all that he has done. So far his karma has not caught up with him.

So all of you spiritual readers are judging me for confessing my feelings as they arise. No?
Then I am glad you see yourself in me. We are such very complex creatures. How could one human being enlighten another human being? I find that impossible to believe, yet many have made lots of money claiming to do so.

I have given a lot to find the truth and of course, it is not outside of me. Just typing those words makes me feel immediately better. Why? Because I know that all I need is a good night’s sleep. Wisdom comes slowly, but it does come. With its arrival, the gaudy parts of the ego begin to slink away into the shadows. They don’t stay there, of course. No one said it would be easy.

We are all held together with chewing gum and duct tape. It takes only a slight misfortune to upset our apple cart. (Slather the metaphors on, Vicki, it’s Sunday night.)

Vernon Howard knew exactly who he was talking to and it wasn’t our better angels. He was talking to the wily old ego with its infinite disguises. His words hold up and there are people still tuning into his tough wisdom. Sunshine and lollipops won’t get it.

The earth is a testing ground and we stupid human beings are polluting it as fast as we can. Somehow we wasted a lot of time investing in the stock market when we should have been looking for ways to save the planet.

It is time for cranky old me to go to bed. Eight hours does wonders for one’s outlook. If that doesn’t work, I will have to find another way to put myself in a better mood.

Goodnight, Gracie