Frozen Manure

As i was unloading manure out of my truck and onto my garden on Saturday, snowflakes began to swirl around me.

Some years ago, i lent my truck to a friend, and she returned it to me with a load of manure. We hurried to unload it, because it was December 27 and chilly. Toward the end of our shoveling, the manure began to freeze onto the bed of the truck. Those last several shovelfuls stayed frozen until the January thaw a few weeks later.

All the more reason to practice meditation NOW. While we still have warmth in our bodies. NOW. While we have the strength of body and intention to follow through. NOW. Before the unfinished manure of our lives begins to clog and congeal onto a cooling body.