It is the start of a new week here in the Unites States, Labor Day Weekend having just happened. Those 3 days seemed interminably long to me. It rained heavily, as it is now wont to do. Climate change is a real thing. My lot is on a creek and there are trees right on the eroding soil by it. They will fall when the time is right.

Democracy is eroding, too; not only here but in all the world. What can we do but watch it develop, knowing that empires rise and fall. Despots arrive and do great damage and all we can do is watch.

As an individual, I feel freer than I used to, however. I have little or nothing to do in this fallen world but observe it and write about it. No one comes to call; no one is interested in my life. There are a few of you that read my ramblings whenever I post them and I am grateful for that. Otherwise, I am just someone growing old looking back over her life.

Writing is my ticket out because I write about what interests me and that remains the same. It is not eroding but flowering.

The Soul awakening is a beautiful thing. It has slept through the first and middle parts of my life and now I am enjoying the fruits of being as awake as I can.

I notice that I am in charge of my outward and inward life and that they can flow as one. No more drawing lines in the sand, for sand is impermanent.

All I can do is witness Vicki thrashing about in the weeds and then trying to do better each day. She is not happy and I now know that nothing can make her happy. She is a figment of her own imagination!

Happiness is vastly overrated; wisdom is the pearl of great price. The Christ Consciousness, the Atman, the Overself, whatever you choose to call it, never heard of Vicki Woodyard. She can allow herself to fall into the arms of God and with a sigh, know that she never left home.

Vicki Woodyard