Ecstatic Friday, 18 September 2015
/Our dog, Cooper, the bear tracking, fish trapping, grouse flushing mountain dog, has one very specific quirk.
If he ever gets his own poop on any part of his body he goes into complete paralysis and refuses to take one step more until divine intervention (in the form of one of us) gets it off. Then, he merrily trots away like nothing has happened.
While on our walk this morning, I realized that we humans are exactly the same way. We can take anything that comes our way from the external world, but the moment we come in contact with our own crap? Fuggedaboutit. We shut down. Paralysis takes over our bodies and we refuse to move until God, himself, intervenes.
Here's a revelation, folks, if you believe the Divine is omnipresent, then the Divine is in the crap, too. So, acknowledge the crap you made, but keep moving. That's the secret. Keep moving because as Hafiz says, "since Happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you." Believe it. Namaste.