The day was so splendid,
with white puffy clouds
pasted into the blue, blue sky
that I ventured out
into my garden
the little piece of paradise
with lots of help from Mother Nature.
As I rounded the corner of my house
and started down the path
of granite stepping stones,
I noticed my feet moving from one stone to another
and I thought to myself,
"I am traveling on a sacred path."
"Everything is part of the Divine."
"Everything is Sacred."
I was feeling quite satisfied
with my exalted self
(well, at least my inflated sense of it).
Coyote just had to serve me a dose
of contradiction and comeuppance.
"Look here," said Coyote,
pointing with his rainbow paw
and shining a laser-light
on my tender young hostas.
And I followed his gesture
with my eyes.
And there, I saw
HOLES in my beautiful, finely-veined hostas.
Incontrovertible evidence that
a slug was dining in my garden.
How dare that slimy little @#*&%^
treat my hostas like a salad bar!
Out went the "everything is sacred" thought.
Exceptions were made for slugs.
And I became a single-minded killer
of a hosta-eating piece of the Divine.
Take that, I said, sprinkling pet-neutral slug bait
in a ring around each clump of newly-emerged hostas.
Life is full of contradictions.
But even if we step off it
for the briefest moment,
we can reclaim our place
on the Sacred Path.
How do you confront contradictions
in your beliefs?
How does Coyote
poke holes in your inflated
sense of importance?
I can't be the only one.