Here we go again.  The meditative vision started with scat.  Cat scat.  Dog scat.  They are such dear inspiring angels.  And scat is part of life.  Fuel goes in, we take what we need and release the rest.  Scat.

Now I have a friend who backpacks out here searching scat for signs of cougars.  That’s one way to use scat–as a sign and a guide.  We flush our scat down a nice clean (usually) facility that whisks it away without a second thought.  Some of us buy bags of chicken or steer scat and spread it all over our gardens.  Scat can be very useful.  There is good scat.

And then it can be seen as dirty, in the way, horrible and is used in conversation to refer to hard times, bad incidents, challenging people.

If we are in paradise, if I am in my Father’s mansion, the garden of the Creator, and an essential part of All That Is, every bit of scat–whether on the basement rug or on my shoe as I try to move into a new business–is valuable.  Reminding me to slow down, watch where I’m going, clarify boundaries, and use it for fertilizer.

Just like the Divine that guides my every tiniest movement, briefest breath, and confusing feeling, I yield to the Spiritual Scat in my Path.