I think some people that read me are ahem, not spring chickens anymore. So when I write about my life as it unfolds, you can identify.

Being human is a full-time job and I am getting worse at it. Just opening a tea bag packet is hard because of the tremor in my hands. Should I open it with the scissors or a knife? It just won’t come open.

I am loving this new “coffeeless “ coffee. It is quite pricy, but I can get 3 cups out of one bag. I slept well last night, a huge frickin’ deal (at least to me).

The Honda is being worked on and it, too, is pricy! Rob is taking over more and more of the daily operations of the Woodyard household of two. I ache to think of the day when it will be the household of one alone on this planet.

Rob spent a lot of years lost in grief, as did I. The last few years he has stayed in good physical shape and plays Trivia with his high school buddies. He enjoys going to rock concerts, too. He is a man of few words with a good sense of humor. Just don’t wake him up early.

Now me, I have a whole day in which to do nothing. I love K-dramas and rarely watch American ones anymore. I work crossword puzzles and read and snack and snack and snack. Get the picture?

At any moment of the day, I write an essay. They are becoming more and more personal as we catch onto this novel idea that it is quite okay to have a self (not to be confused with the Self in all beings.) Yes, we non-duality folks are living in a dual world. Back just a decade ago, people were saying things like, “I am not the body.” No, we aren’t, but somebody is peeing in my pants. (A joke for older people.)

Ageism is alive and well, so I must break the rules and tell you that I am 80 and being challenged by this incarnation, sometimes excessively so. Raise your hand if you can relate (or even able to raise your hand.) No, I don’t do seminars, but I still write on a regular basis. Honk if you enjoy them….

I have seen the depths of both good and evil and they remain entwined, as this old world is a dual one. About half of the day I immerse myself in silence and the rest of the day I spend snacking, snacking, snacking. And now we have found someone to clean the house that I litter with silence and empty snack bags. They are lucky to have me (I can still make a joke, you youngsters.) And that would be anyone over fifty!

Love,
Vicki