poopy metaphor...

If you're a frequent reader, you know that by my own choice I'm the lawn mower in my household. While mowing the mostly dry dead grass today, I noticed two bright green stripes in my neighbor's yard. As I started to pay closer attention, I noticed that each house had it. It was the septic drain field. Septic as in poopy. Yep. Which normally would have quickly slid out of my mind, but while mowing I often blog in my head so it evolved into a deep metaphor.... The sh*t always stands out.

Told you it was deep. And metaphorical. The goodness easily gets clouded out by all the mess and junk in my day. So as I rode around my yard, I consciously tried to notice the goodness. My hub and daughter were laughing in the pool... bonding in a mystical dad/daughter kind of way. Our home is comfortable and loving and affordable. It's definitely not clean or neat like everybody else's, but it envelops my family in a safe and happy way. I thought of a long list of friends and what I admire about each one of them (a future blog no doubt). My mom is visiting, alive and healthy at 73 even after lymphoma and heart surgery. Still happily married to my dad after 34 years. And then my neighbor Anne pulled out of her fence on their big industrial mower! Only the 2nd time she'd ever been on it. YOU GO GIRL!! (see blog of 7/12/06) Yes, I'm liberating my neighborhood one female mower at a time!!!!!

So each time I drove past those vivid green septic stripes contrasted by dead grass, I chuckled to myself. No doubt the poop rises to the top... but, thankfully it's still just a minor inconvenience in my busy day of blessings.