I have a set of two audios here. The titles are Neverending Story and Light in Darkness.

I am trying to get back in sync after my mother's death. But I am having to get some repair work done on the house....and you know how that is.

I usually copy my updates here, but I think I'll just share the link with you.

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Got comments....would love to hear from you.

And in the meantime, have a handful of pistachio nuts....I just did :)

Love, Vicki

I uploaded The Death of Illusion on Audio. In it I reference what happened at the Marriott Courtyard. I have spoken of this before, but for readers who don’t know, I will tell the story in a nutshell. In 2004 my husband died and he was buried in Memphis, Tennessee, two days before Christmas. An ice storm hit the city during his funeral and my son and sister and cousin and I were marooned there until Christmas Day. After the funeral, I wondered outloud as we ate breakfast how we would get a Christmas Eve meal. Mary, who was a cook and server there, offered to come in and prepare and share a meal with us. So there in an empty lobby, the five of us ate a Christmas Eve dinner. It turned out that her son had also been a patient at St. Jude’s but he was alive. At that point, we all recognized the miraculous quality of the night. I think it only happened because everything had been swept away...we were in the void...and that is where miracles happen. So give it a listen...

When You are Sinking in the Sea of Samsara (or when you have the blues)

People sing the blues to achieve harmony where they feel it has been lost. They riff rough notes of discord into the blue notes that heal them. This makes perfect sense to me. I have been doing this for a long time. When my mother died at age 87, I picked up the old guitar again and begin to sing the blues....in order to heal.

We will never escape disharmony while on the earth plane; it is inevitable. But when you learn the secret of singing the blues, you are David playing his harp. You are doing what God would have you do.

So let me pluck a few notes in order to regain my sense of harmony...

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child....I checked a book out from the library called The Orphaned Adult. Sounds ridiculous, I know, but it is a book of wisdom and solace. Having come into this world via parents, we will more than likely outlive them. So as I placed my hand on my mother’s ashes, I was touching eternity.

Touching eternity, or the timeless moment, brings one into God’s time, kairos. Kairos is an ancient Greek word meaning the right or opportune moment. as opposed to chronos--time which is measured by the clock and the calendar. That is one reason that people in grief lose their appetite and find they can’t fall asleep. Something is afoot that is not of their own choosing. God’s Hand has reached down and scooped up someone who gave you life. And you feel like singing the blues.

Now you are rocking yourself in the rhythm of love. You could be B. B. King or Little David playing his harp. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you come back into harmony with who you really are.

Suddenly, you know it is quite appropriate to sing the blues. When you are dancing with sorrow, the angels sing. I don’t mean clutching it to you, or carrying it too long, I am talking about wailing consciously....surrendering control in order to regain your balance. You might even take it out on the dance floor of the cosmos. Who knows...stars may give you the nod. The man in the moon might wink at you. But one thing I know....you have a right to sing the blues.

I just made and uploaded The Crawl Space on Audio. Give it a listen and let me know if it was helpful for you. I’ve got more MP3’s in the queue, but this is the one I wanted to use today. It can be played whenever you want to unwind a bit.