03/28/2026
The P**p Meditation
It is spring.
The ground is soft and moist beneath your feet. Step carefully. The grass is just beginning to come back to life, and beneath it, the worms are doing their quiet work. You are not here to disturb any of that.
You begin to scan. Back and forth. Slow.
Things will look like p**p that aren’t. A clump of dirt heaved up by a mole. A divot from a dog mid-zoomie, too busy being alive to care about the lawn. You poke it with your rake to be sure. It is not p**p. You move on without judgment.
Spring cleanups have characters. There are the pancake p**ps 🥞 pressed flat by months of snowbank, now revealed like fossils. There are the ones that have begun to give themselves back to the earth, that match the ground so well you won’t know until you feel the small lump under your shoe. Look closely at those ones. Something is already using them. A worm moves through unhurried, doing exactly what it came to do.
You learn to feel the ground through your feet. You learn to look without rushing.
At some point your shoulders creep up toward your ears.
You stop. You let them drop. You look at the sky ⛅️ just a moment ☀️ breath
and you remind yourself that nobody is timing you. There is no one coming. This is not a race.
You go back to the scan.
Back and forth. Slow.
This is the p**p meditation. You’re welcome to try it. I’ll still be here if you’d rather not.
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