The Thing about outdoor plumbing is this: if forces you to get in touch with your bowel movements.
Which is about Your Body, and its priorities.
Not your stupid iPhone. Idiot Phone. Text Messing. What who’s neighbor is thinking about the color of your missing teeth or your mother’s favorite night-time fantasy. Who cares anyway?
The Thing about Outdoor Plumbing, is, it’s part of slowing down and feeling the Breeze, the Breath, the Trees, the Depth. The stupid silent and fragrant Wind that you’ve been ignoring in your Rush to get Nowhere.
The Thing about Outdoor Plumbing, is … it’s 100% organic, natural and gives back to the earth the very clay that we ingested mere hours ago. Clay Hamburgers. Clay Ducks. Clay Coffee, Sugar and Creme. Clay Pigeons and Parsley.
The Thing about Outdoor Plumbing, is that it’s You and You Alone with You. Can you stand the thought of this Blind Date of Dates? Can you sit comfortably and politely with Who You Are at the Smelly Center of Things and Celebrate Making More Smelliness at the Center of Things?
PART II of PART II – Hike In The Woods.
So, we go on a Hike in the Woods, on the second day of Arrival in the Lost Art of Now, in the Found Land of Buddha, on the Sacred and Unknown Humble mountain-top of South Salt Spring.
And we immediately find two Missing Submarines In The Woods. The Beatles could have made a Song About This. But, since they didn’t, I will. “The Missing Submarines”. Here we go.
The Navy was Missing Two Submarines.
They were known to be “Items of Interest” to Captains and Cooks alike.
They fell in Love quietly, while playing with Whales,
and forgetting Guns, Warfare and Sailor’s Small-Tales.
They Eloped One Day.
The Whales helped Whisk them Away.
They ended up on a Mountain-top Buddhist Center
A little Rusty, Crusty and Old
but Thankful for being so Bold
as to Defy Logic, Proportion and Duty
To end up in a place of Magnificent Beauty.
And here they Sit, Passing their Time:
Poor as a Beggar, with Nary a Dime.
But their Hearts are Happy; Light as a Feather.
They endure Snow, Heat and Bugs…
(and all kinds of Weather.)
They Sing like the Whales – when No One’s Around…
They’re true-Blue Buddhists and their Bliss Abounds!