I didn’t sleep much last night. Sundays are long and I guess I am too well-rested to sleep!

There is soft rain falling on the tender green leaves everywhere.

My life gets increasingly empty and sometimes I feel restless, but not much.

At this time in my life, there are small fires to put out, the latest being the need for a root canal and then a new crown. I am grateful for prayers sent out and tips for taking care of an absessed tooth. Rob says that the 2 or 3 days I took for the antibiotics helped some.

We are eating healthy these days. I rarely cook. We shop together but Rob cooks. He even plates the food for me.

Nothingness is nothing to write home about; it feels more like the Self saying “I told you so.”

I remain hungry for the peace that I am and sometimes I binge on it.

Time is an abstract idea thrust upon us by necessity.

We take our vitamins of Now and throw out the stale past as we would a plate of leftover pasta. See what I did there 😉

Humor and sorrow are all mixed up in my psyche. They seemingly define me as a writer.

I spent years and years and years and cried tears and tears and tears.

Now I look at myself in the mirror and see an old woman looking back at me.

Is it wrong to be a loner in this increasingly hostile world? Not if you are traveling alone into the All One.

I fret over the smallest thing and forget the biggest thing.

Who cares?

Vicki Woodyard