What Gives Me Comfort (and Joy)

What gives me comfort is sitting in silence with God. Early in the morning I have not taken on a load of complaints for the day yet. Just hangin’ with the Mystery.

“Others” give me lots of problems while God never does. I don’t talk to Him so He doesn’t have to listen. Lots of silence.

It occurs to me that I am not an “other.” This is a worldly myth that only grows more onerous with time. And by the way, time corrodes even the youngest and most beautiful of people. Thank God it isn’t real. And neither are other people.

I know that I am not an “other.” And neither are they. This is just a human role-playing game that wears everybody down and takes away their joy.

My joy is silence with lots of room to wiggle around in. No other pressing up against my thoughts making me forget my true self.

I am wearing a long royal blue robe with a zipper and comfortable slippers. I look my age and will continue if I am granted a few more years. Still, when I am around “others” I feel inferior just because I am age-appropriate. They perceive me as an “other” and that is a whole n’other set of problems. You see, we all know the truth; so whey are we so unfree?

My writing jumps and wiggles with joy. Can you feel it?

Vicki Woodyard