Noel, No Hell….

The reality is that there is no reality. Every life is tailor-made to fit the person living it. That is why the old saw is that if everyone put their troubles out on a clothesline, everyone would pick their own. Something in us knows that this world is a perfect reflection in each individual’s eyes.

So what do we do with this knowledge? We don’t dissect it intellectually. We don’t pick it to pieces in a heartless fashion.

We love it just as it is and we go on. The more we love it, the less we hate it and fight it.

Noel, noel. No hell, no hell.

Vicki Woodyard

Comments welcomed....