It is amazing to me that I continue to do this work, not even knowing what words will join together to make yet another essay. The Muse works between the lines, thank God.
My age is catching up with me faster than it would have if I hadn’t gotten neuropathy and now a tremor. Since body, mind and spirit are connected, my whole being is now greatly simplified. The power remains.
What do I do with this power but allow it to say and do what I cannot? Vicki’s ego is connected to this triad as well, but she herself is powerless.
She has pushed away every non-essential in her life in order to continue to feel a sense of peace.
She has embraced the silence of coming home. Her feet upon the coffee table, she reads a line or two from a spiritual book and falls into a trance. She lets this happen, knowing that soon enough she will get up and get dressed for the day.
She is often bored and restless, forgetting all about the Self that she is. She regards herself in the mirror with a critical eye. She makes the bed and does a bit of straightening up. This day is like all others.
Peace is pushing up through the ground and making its way towards the sun of the spirit. Society has never been interested in peace; you can make sure of that. It is totally safe and even reasonable to remove oneself from the fray.
I am puzzled by this essay; it feels like a force is telling me something I think I already know. “Peace, be still,” is its timeless message. And me, pounding out essays and pursuing what I already have. Sheesh, Vicki, will you ever learn!
Vicki Woodyard
“She” Vicki, is learning with every second that passes. We are here studying emotions. How much turmoil can the human soul endure? Peace, serenity, and joy hopefully can balance out with the pressure, chaos and anxiety that we are battered with almost continually.
Grateful is another emotion that I feel and then drop into my mug of warm water and let steep. I am grateful for you Vicki. Shall we have a spot of tea? Lol😏☕. Oh and a cookie please🍪.
You and I, dear Tami, are on a wavelength…yes, Polly put the kettle on and we’ll all have tea (even the obstreperous ones are invited.) The cookies drop down from heaven like
chocolate chip manna.
Hahaha!!😆 “Oh yes, let’s do!” she exclaimed with her arms and hands extended to heaven waiting for the cookie rain!🍪🌦💧
So funny Vicki…splendid!💞
Rob and I just got in from a grocery run and Vicki threw lots of sugary treats into the cart. Polly is putting the kettle on to go with the goodies.
Hi Vicki, I’m on Lou’s Facebook to read your posts. I forgot my password. Just wanted to say hi, I miss you, and I hope all is well.
I have missed you, too. Are you not online anymore?
I haven’t been online for months. The politics really got to me. I was consumed by it. I thought the January 6th insurrection would wake people up but it didn’t. I don’t even watch the news. I hoped once Trump was gone, life would normalize. I didn’t realize his minions would carry on the same insanity.
Today, I realized I could access your Notes through Lou’s FB page. I can comment here which is more private than on the FB post. I just want anything I write to be private. I’ve had enough of Facebook Land.
Rob tells me I shouldn’t watch so much political TV. The fact is that our freedom may well be gone after 2022 or 2024. The Dems are not as smart as the Republicans, who are far nastier than the Dems. Biden is one day older than I am and I can hardly govern myself, so I feel for him.
Ahhhh your last line made me laugh out loud. Haven’t done that in months. And yes. These are dark days and the light at the end of the tunnel has been snuffed out.
I sent you an email from my new gmail account,
I’m going to create a new email so I can write to you. My account gets flooded with nonsense. Plus, Sophia uses my present email. I crave privacy.