The spiritual life is forged in the fires of failure, dismay and downright self-righteousness. We can all be assholes, even nuns and priests.

I have written about my sorrow; tonight I am writing about my anger. It is a real thing.

Too long we have sought peace and never found it to be a lasting situation.

I am old now and have two separate nerve conditions, as you all know.

I just can’t stand a lot of pressure.

But tonight I blew up and there are probably pieces of me on the ceiling.

Nothing is easy; everything takes place on the hell of this earth we call home.

Our politicians have wrecked the country and it is going to get worse.

I have known sorrow but have never written about how Scorpios have a menacing side; well, they do. At some point we stand up and roar.

I just want you to know that my writing comes from the depths of hell and every now and then, something in me goes berserk on the emotional level.

I feel better now. You know you have been in just this situation many times over and you just have to ride out the storm.

I am fine now that I have vented my spleen. I remain a spiritual student, just temporarily having forgotten how complicated life on earth is.

Vicki Woodyard