S#*t Happens.

This morning, as I am about to leave, I notice an unsightly brown streak on the cream colored living room rug. I get closer, I bend, down, I take a sniff.

Yep, dog poop.

Not much dog poop, mind you.
Just the little bit that happens when a dog rubs her butt on the floor after ... ok, well, you know.

So, I walk over to the kitchen, grab a paper towel and a spray bottle. Wipe the stain off. Walk back to the kitchen and think to myself how easy that was. And also how easy it is for us to sometimes think these little things are a big deal.

Most of the time, they are not a big deal at all. Only the stories we tell ourselves about them make them big deal.

S#*t happens.

Baseline

My "happy" baseline is high enough that I sometimes do not notice when I am dipping down.
I am pretty sure that this is a blessing - yet one to get to know closely.

Keep Knocking

"Keep knocking and the joy inside will eventually come out to see who's there" - Rumi

Funny what words do...

I have noticed that oftentimes, when people mean to say or write the word "Meditation", they often say "Mediation" or "Medication."

That's all.

Joining the Circus

Over dinner, tonight, my friends tell me about friends of theirs whose son, Casey, wanted to be a pro skateboarder.

After high school, he packed his board into his car and headed down to LA. His parents were skeptical about the validity of the plan but knowing the little bit that I know about them... they sent him  some love to take along.

Within a short time, his car got stolen.

Many could say: "Well, that was that. Time to come home and get a job."

He hung in there.

This is where he is today ...

Wintuk by Cirque du Soleil MEET THE CAST: Casey Rigney, performing in the Act Charivari as a Skate Street: He has been skating for 17 years and this would include 7 years pro. Casey won first place in best trick in 2002 at the Slam City JamV (one of the largest skateboard contests in the World)

This story makes me very, very happy.

Early AM walk

Whoever had the idea to drop deep shiny red leaves onto the bright green grass and then add a layer of fog to the whole thing is a hell of an artist. Thank you.

Blame?

When we "blame" - ourselves or others - we automatically subscribe to the notion of "something wrong." (If there is not the assumption that something is wrong, then there is no need for blame, right?)

But, can we know for sure that something is wrong? Something might be inconvenient, contrary to our plans or even painful ... but intrinsically wrong? Can we know for sure?

If if we cannot know for sure that something is wrong, then how can we blame?