Showing posts with label mouth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mouth. Show all posts

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Raccoon Diarrhea

Somebody who lives on or near this road has diarrhea. I could feel the sting just looking at the scat of.... What? A raccoon?  I found 2 tiny "cowpies" on our driveway, about ten feet apart. Somebody had to go and go badly. And then again. You know how that feels.

Food goes in our mouths; our bodies compost it; and the remains exit through the bottom of the torso.

The food that goes in my mouth is not me. The waste that comes out the bottom end is not me. How about that composting process? Is that me? The stuff i chew? The masticated mess that the stomach digests? Is that me? The slurry that enters the small intestine. Is that me?

When do the vitamins and minerals become "me"?

The body is constantly changing. Water in. Pee out. Is it ever me?

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

CHRISTMAS TREE REDUX




We took down the Christmas tree and carried it outdoors. And there we set it up again in a snowbank, known in other seasons as my white garden. Now that garden is well and truly white--with snow. For the next ten weeks, we have a tree standing near the front door, sort of defining the white garden with a bit of vertical greenery. Instant landscaping!

We did this while the temperature was still above freezing and the wet snow could be shoveled and
then banked around the base of the tree. Two hours later, the temperature dropped below freezing and
now the tree  and its stand are frozen solidly into the icy snow for the next three days as
temperatures drop back into the single numbers.

We think of our words and actions as changeable, pliable, melting away on the next breath.

Yet, if we repeat the same thought or the same action over and over, the neural pathway forms a rut,
and a habit becomes frozen in place. A habit becomes part of our inner landscape, and we start to
believe that's who we really are.

Let's watch our thoughts and actions carefully and make sure that they are in accord with our highest
intentions. Let's plant mindfulness right at the front door of our mouth.