Whatever this combination of human and spirit is, it certainly yields scat.  Scat happens.  Thus there is a viewpoint that can be described as Scatalogical Spirituality.  Welcome.

We breathe in, we breathe out–different gases they tell me for different reasons.  And the trees do the opposite–what they breathe out, we need to breathe in.  It makes sense, then, that when I am in the woods, I breathe sweetly and fully.  Spirit means breath.

But then there is the digestion of life.  We experience it, and we release it–sometimes easily, sometimes with lots of gas.  If you don’t soak life in feelings, like beans, you’ll have a hard time digesting it.  If you eat a lot of food that doesn’t agree with you–and you don’t GET it that it is the food that doesn’t agree with you–you’ll have difficult scat.  Like bad food, life will hurt going through you, hurt on the way out and stink up the rooms.  For me, weeping is like drinking water–it just helps life move through me.

And what about those farts!?  We all do it, SBDs, or loud and smell-less (or the unfortunate combination of loud AND smelly), we all have gas now and again.  You can laugh at it, have noise contests, or you can just say “Oh! excuse me” and leave the room.  Being a perfect human means that there will be gas and scat.

Now I just have to get the spiritual message behind [sic] my old dog’s errant scat.  Hmmm, love means that you sometimes have to pick up scat of those who are less attentive to the earth-bound body. 

Love means sometimes you clean up someone else’s scat.