There was dog shit at the Zendo the other day. Not in the Zendo, but on the rug in an adjacent workshop. The nun who lives there was shamed and horrified. I wished that I had quickly got rid of the poop but I had my hands full, so I just warned her about it. Since I was acting priest that day I explained to her that it was of no consequence. Even if I had stepped in it it would have been the simplest thing in the world to rinse off my socks and feet and gone barefoot into the Zendo. She is actually house sitting there, and I think that the main part of her concern stemmed from her wish to keep everything flawlessly clean for the owners. Let the river of serenity flow over it all, I said. Like a lot of Buddhist aims, easier said than done.
This woman has not been a mother. She has never been in Nordstroms and noticed that her just walking son has poop leaking out of his diaper and down his leg and on to the carpet in brown, gloopy drops.......
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