Today as I was doing my morning chores, I found that treating the litter box as a Zen garden and doing a post-scooping smoothing of the surface does not contribute to my inner peace in a meaningful way. Perhaps I’m not enough in the moment. Tomorrow will be another opportunity. I think I need one of those little rakes. Or a mantra.
Litter Zen
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A career working with teenagers on the fringes of society has made me both sensitive to and appreciative of the complexities of character and the struggles, inner and outer, that we all wrestle with in one form or another. My writing emphasizes character development over action, and, as a lifelong Southerner, the rhythms and cadence of the Southeastern United States influence both my spoken and written voice. View all posts by housemountainviews
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