“The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss – an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. – is sure to be noticed.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death

My own inwardness keeps calling me home. Being an introvert, I am always being called back to the stillness, the oneness of who I truly am. The world would have me deny this, just as the world would have us deny the Christ Consciousness.

I studied with Vernon Howard, who taught esoteric Christianity. That simply means you live it but seldom discuss it unless there is a genuine interest shown. You don’t cast your pearls to people that would disregard them.

Self alone is where we come alive. We cannot come alive listening to the outer world. It is a cacophony of chaos, a din of distraction.

For me, I take refuge in my inwardness. When the world has driven me to distraction, I retreat within. I sometimes pull a book from the shelf at random and open it. There I can see the light of wisdom awaiting me.

I watch myself caught up in fear and doubt about what others may do to me, or what God may do with me. The mind is never at ease.

Today I am resting in my own sweet company, the sure knowledge that home is where I am and nowhere else.

Vicki Woodyard