Jettison the Jargon

I wish that people writing about spirituality would jettison the jargon and just tell it like it is. My nature is frank and I am drawn to teachers that are as well. “I am” is the simplest of statements, but around it, everything revolves perfectly in its orbit.

I am learning the lesson this lifetime to care for myself, first, last and always. This is not a selfish thing to do.

If you follow this as best you can, you can stop feeling guilty about having more than starving children in such and such a country have. You know in your heart that spiritual food is what we seek. Jesus said to leave all and follow him. Because He was who He was, he was able to feed the five thousand.

Manna of the moment is the best kind. I made a shopping trip for groceries. Since I have been home I have had a cup of tea and some pumpkin muffins. I have paged through a gift food catalog with astonishingly high prices. The prices that executives put on their business charge cards.

I took a very short walk. It was windy, so I put my hood up. I would like to walk more but my neuropathy stops me. I had a bad night. The soles of my feet burn like fire at night. Usually the medication takes care of it, but last night it didn’t. I got up twice, lay there until I fell asleep again at some point.

I got some shrimp steamed at the grocery and we will have that tonight. Tomorrow I am going to The Mable House with my neighbor. It is only open once a year and we eat in the tearoom after browsing through all kinds of handmade crafts.

My life is very slow, very empty and very open. Anything can happen. I continue to be grateful to my new friends made via the Buddha at the Gas Pump interview. Such fun.

Love,
Vicki