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?

Enriching the Earth (or Potting Soil)

from the Rich Earth Institute

My sweetie slipped while hiking last week and had to be carried off the mountain by 10 EMTs. The next day he had emergency knee surgery to reattach his quadricep tendon to his knee. He's now in a leg brace and on crutches for 6 weeks. This makes getting up to pee in the middle of the night very difficult.

His solution is to pee into a pint-sized glass canning jar (and then screw on the lid). By morning, i have about 2 pints to empty. Rather than flush the contents down the toilet, i use them to water the flowerpots on my front step.

While using urine as fertilizer may make you cringe, hundreds of people around here are collecting their urine at home for use in fertilizing selected fields--a project of the Rich Earth Institute.

Water comes into our system, via the front door of the mouth, and water leaves our system, via the trap door at the bottom.

By fertilizing our plants with pee, we can also fertilize our contemplation practice, and begin to see things as they really are.