Before dawn the air is fresh from the trees.  The bushes, the flowers and the grass have been breathing all our waste and release sweet moist green for the brightest breathing.  I am gifted with a dog that walks me each morning.  Actually the cat escorts us too–but from a number of paces behind us, like a teenager in a mall.

But what is it that this dear old dog leaves droppings in the kitchen–just when he says good morning to me?!  Or leaves them on his bedding.  It is an old dog trick, I know.  And my dad lost that spincter ability when he was dying.  But spiritually speaking–scat that I need to pick up at any and all times, left as “treasures” to discover under the table, or on the rug or the basement stairs.

Spiritual shit just happens.  Sometimes I leave it and sometimes I have to pick it up.  More than acceptance is doing what is in front of me–the next indicated thing.  NIT, I call it.  And if you’ve ever combed flea nits out of your little child’s hair, it is a detailed, distinct, tedious but essential task.

On to the next indicated thing–without asking why.