Words fail me; words fail us all. On this bright Monday morning, words will fail me at regular intervals. It is then I sit in silence.

The mug is empty of tea and I am empty of me.

Sunlight shines on us all and into each life some rain must fall. Mine came in two great deluges that went on for years.

Now I am back in both sunlight and shadow, trying to live at the still point between the opposites. This is a form of active meditation where you consciously let go as often as you can during the day.

I have been reading about the teachings of Gurdjieff and they demand one’s full attention. One quote I remember is that we human beings are “food for the moon.” In other words, rather useless.

I know that I am not doing much but trying to follow the rules as far as paying bills and honoring any appointments I might have. Everything else will simply happen.

When storms come, we become them. Our job is to know this so that we will have a place to take cover until the sun comes out again.

Impartiality is a great help if we can but remember it.

Taking a step back from our thoughts helps us regain a sense of peace. We let it be. We let it go. We let it do what it wants to do. We are just watching and that is enough and plenty.

Vicki Woodyard