Contradictions
The day was so splendid, so warm, with white puffy clouds pasted into the blue, blue sky that I ventured out into my garden to enjoy the little piece of paradise I've created 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). And then, 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...