Forget Rumi

May 27, 2004

Each day brings its share of stress. Today Bob got his cbc taken and he is

holding his own, but barely. The chemo nurse said he could probably go without

a transfusion this week. We drove to the OK Cafe and it was just 10:45. We had

already eaten breakfast and they weren't serving lunch yet. I finally ordered

coffee cake and Bob wanted biscuits and grits. Time passed and the waitress

returned. "Sorry, but we're out of biscuits." We looked at each other and knew

that it was time to hit the road. So we did.

When we got home, the water department was trenching out the road in front of

our driveway to lay new pipe. We pulled over and waited about ten minutes for

them to finish so we could pull into the drive. Turning on the news, I saw that

a threatened suicide was on a bridge near our house and tying up traffic on the

interstate for miles. Maybe it was a good thing we didn't stay for lunch.

This afternoon I watched Sharon Stone on Oprah. She talked about her white light

experience and the fact that death is immediately beside life, or something to

that effect. I am seeing this up close and personal, as she did when she had

her aneurysm. I don't doubt her for a minute.

If life has anything to teach us, it is inexorability. When I suffer, there

must be no desire to escape it or it will just stay longer. The pearl in the

oyster of my life is wisdom. I vow I get high on the way things work out on the

spiritual level. The man fell from the bridge but he did not die. I am cooking

chicken for dinner and Bob is taking a nap. As I have said before, forget Rumi.

Pay attention to your own miracles.

Vicki Woodyard

http://www.bobwoodyard.com

May 28, 2004

Amen Sister Vicki.

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skiplaurel

Friday, May 28, 2004 1:20 AM

Forget Rumi

Each day brings its share of stress. Today Bob got his cbc taken and

he is holding his own, but barely. The chemo nurse said he could

probably go without a transfusion this week. We drove to the OK Cafe

and it was just 10:45. We had already eaten breakfast and they

weren't serving lunch yet. I finally ordered coffee cake and Bob

wanted biscuits and grits. Time passed and the waitress returned.

"Sorry, but we're out of biscuits." We looked at each other and knew

that it was time to hit the road. So we did.When we got home, the

water department was trenching out the road in front of our driveway

to lay new pipe. We pulled over and waited about ten minutes for

them to finish so we could pull into the drive. Turning on the news,

I saw that a threatened suicide was on a bridge near our house and

tying up traffic on the interstate for miles. Maybe it was a good

thing we didn't stay for lunch.This afternoon I watched Sharon Stone

on Oprah. She talked about her white light experience and the fact

that death is immediately beside life, or something to that effect.

I am seeing this up close and personal, as she did when she had her

aneurysm. I don't doubt her for a minute.If life has anything to

teach us, it is inexorability. When I suffer, there must be no

desire to escape it or it will just stay longer. The pearl in the

oyster of my life is wisdom. I vow I get high on the way things work

out on the spiritual level. The man fell from the bridge but he did

not die. I am cooking chicken for dinner and Bob is taking a nap.

As I have said before, forget Rumi. Pay attention to your own

miracles.Vicki

Woodyardhttp://www.bobwoodyard.com/join

"Love itself is

the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam"

by Suri Nagamma

May 28, 2004

Lovely wonderful Vicky

y o u a r e t h e

m i r a c l e

In Gratitude for your Love

Michael

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Sam

Friday, May 28, 2004 8:03 AM

Re: Forget Rumi