Observations that dive deep into life and come up with treasures for all

In the warming light of dawn I could just make out the dark spot near the wall of the yoga room where I meditate in the morning and hold yoga/meditation sessions during the week. Cat poop.again!

Now, let me give you some background. I know I must have been a temple monk in some previous lifetime because my singular passion is to keep my temple spotless. In this case my temple is the two yoga center rooms in our huge Victorian house here in Blackstone. I vacuum often, dust, keep fresh flowers on the mantle, pick up clutter, burn incense, and sprinkle holy water around just to be sure that no dirty thoughts can find a home here.

But my cat, Puja (which means a worship), obviously is not aware of my sense of the sacred and will poop along the back wall a couple of times a month, even though she has a perfectly good sand box in the hall. And this is not the good old dog poop that can be picked up with no lingering effects on the rug. No, this is a liquid rug soaking stinky poop that leaves a brown stain behind no matter what rug cleaner is applied.

But I take this little dance between my cat and me as an example of something much larger and more profound that we humans have to deal with. Poop in the yoga room is a fact of life. In other words, you can’t have life without a measure of poop where you least want it. Perfection attracts poop, and the great illusion is that we can find perfection that doesn’t have poop in it.

So, the fault is not in the poop, because we’re going to get it, that’s a fact, but in how we react to the poop. Do we treat the poop as a pure fact, like a stick on the sidewalk that we pick up and move without even a second thought? Or do we treat the poop as personal attack against our belief in perfection? This shouldn’t be here, we scream inside, and all sorts of emotional bombs start going off. We never know where the poop will take us when we perceive the poop as an attack on our sense of self.

But poop is never an attack. Poop is just poop. We just clean it up. Poop is a non-event. Poop shouldn’t even give rise to a single thought except maybe to wonder where the paper towel is.

So when the poop comes to your perfect world, don’t feel you are under attack. There is no meaning in poop except what we choose to give it. We have a choice.

Give poop its proper place and your world will be perfect.

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