I am sitting in my great room and the October sun is illuminating every object that it touches. It is a wonderland of light.

My writing is a light as well. As Surajit as said to me, “You dip your pen in your sorrows and you write. Your words have become Buddha to wed the earth.”

Sorrow has indeed come to visit me more frequently than to most. I have been forced inward and found an open door into the world of Truth. I can sit and visit it and never tire of what I find.

Simplicity is a powerful key and it touches both the inner and the outer.

Be still and know that the “I am” is god.

Let everything evaporate into the silence.

Then the light touches everything inside as well as outside.

Power is yours.

Strength is yours.

Peace is yours.

Of course sorrow will visit frequently. Earthly joys are tinged with it. The old order changeth, as the old saying goes.

Befriend sorrow or it will run you ragged looking for joy.

Sorrow and joy are brother and sister.

Peace, be still.

Vicki Woodyard