The silence has engulfed me. There is little desire to write. I have talked of writing my seventh ebook, but that doesn’t motivate me much.
This is not burnout but a strange pause in my journey home.
Peace produces the invisible and the invisible cannot be adequately described.
Yesterday I told my dentist that my bite had changed; he worked to get it right, but nothing he did helped. A lot of things are like that; mysteriously unfixable.
I take a peanut butter cookie from the freezer and eat it with a cup of decaf. Nothing wrong with my tastebuds.
I hear silence in my ears as electricity; I know you feel that humming noise, too.
My writing has offered many of you help and it has also helped me. Surely it will again.
My brother is at home recuperating but faces more tests after he gets stronger.
The world is flooding in some parts and on fire in others. This business of living is a serious risk.
Spiritual teachings can only go so far and then they hit the silence.
Be still and know that I am God. Yes.
Vicki Woodyard
This pause sounds very beckoning. You recognize that it isn’t a burnout, but that it’s a wonderful welcome to the Silence. The serious risk of living is everywhere! Please take your pause; and we shall do the same. Thank you, Vicki.
Yes, I feel it is for good.
Take the break Vicki. Pause, breath and feel the silence. And yes, you hit it right on…I feel the humming of electricity too. It feels like it’s intensifying. Something is always happening. Strange incidents and mishaps are coming in back to back. I’m incredibly tired of it all. I pause while on the fly it seems.
Good news about Jim👍. He is gearing up to be healthy🙏.
Good news also about our perfectly functioning tastesbuds! My waist can attest to that🙄.
It’s all in the timing when new books manifest and when energy decide to be available.
Lay low friend,
Tami
This came into my spam folder. Arrgh. Right before I read your comment, I was listening to some beautiful devotional music played by a blind man. Are you familiar with the Gaithers.
His name is Gordon Mote.
Oh yes, their sound is so beautiful. Sweet and smooth and moving. I never noticed that anyone was blind.
My brother Ralph and I had different fathers. Ralph’s father, 92 years old and “blind”, died on the 4th of July. He wasn’t musical though… (common themes sometimes between you and me🤔) When Ralph passed in April, it was the beginning of the end for his father. Ralph lived with him and was his care giver for the last seven years. Ralph cared for his friend who had AIDS back in the 80’s until that poor man died. Then he lived with and cared for our mother until her death. That is who he was. I think you can relate.
I think some lovely music sounds good right now🎶🎼.
Gordon Motes, who is their pianist, is blind. Sounds like your brother Ralph was an amazing man to be a caregiver for so many.