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I had an awful day yesterday due to my neuropathy. I told my friend that it is an invisible disease. No one can relate to you except someone else that has it.
These days I am trying not to fall, and mostly, I have succeeded.
I am useless as a spiritual guide except to be a bad example. But hey, the world is always in need of bad examples, right?
I stayed offline most of yesterday. Someone came to spray for the Carpenter Ants eating the wood on our back deck.
My writing feels so labored to me now. The usual inspiration is not available to me, for some reason.
I am preoccupied with the constant limits I am under. How to rise above them? The first step is to see the situation, as Vernon Howard used to say. Then you can see the solution.
There is only one solution for millions of situations and all of you already know what it is. The problem is that we forget that we can let go on the mental and emotional levels. The body is temporary housing. In youth we are unable to consider that. In middle age, we begin to have the feeling that the body is not our home. Approaching old age, we realize that has always been true.
Vicki has to move more slowly to avoid a fall. She has to accept that neuropathy affects everything that she does. When she is able to write, she only wants to piss and moan.
Her sense of humor comes through when she begins to write word after word about how she is doing. I suggest that there should be another Olympic event: Trying to get through the Eye of the Needle, for that is where I am right now.
I want to enter the kingdom of heaven, but I also want to have a decent quality of life. For this, I need to remember what needs be remembered.
I am That, and that’s that!
Vicki Woodyard