Ok, so that’s part of my scatological spirituality approach, but it just seems obvious.  We eat life, take it in, process it, and then let go of what we don’t use.

Sometimes it creates gas–for good or for worse.  Sometimes it yields rich manure for growth–though at the time, it looks and smells awful.  Shit does simply happen on earth.  From naturally burning forests, deep murky swamps and oil from dinosaur poop (is that really true?!?!).

In any case, it is the acceptance of this natural cycle that seems the real spiritual practice.  Allowing for a deteriorating body, watching a forgetful mind, accepting a restless trouble-making childish heart.

Today I count on my inner light and vision to know the highest perspective.  I believe I am an earnest human created from starlight to flow with a mirror dance: spirit-human, human-spirit.  Just remembering this choice I made lifts me.