We are ALL litter bugs!

As I went thru my morning ritual of a fruit smoothie with spinach leaves, then a trip to the bathroom and then a shower to clean up, I stepped out of the shower and coughed a couple of times to alert my valet (my wife) that I was ready for help to towel off and apply applicants to various parts of my body.  From powders to creams, top to bottom literally.  And as we dressed this “physical me” I remarked, “There.  All ready for the day.” 

And then the reality of “impermanence” struck me.  We will have to do this all over again tomorrow.  It is never really once for life.  It is what I call “unraveling”.  We are all unraveling. And we try to hold it together with glue like food and beauty creams and underwear.  One hair-cut for life is never enough.  I still have to have toe nails and finger nails cut often.  And forensic scientists say I am spreading DNA every where I go and every step I take.  Actually, my wife says the same thing as she picks up after me.  Especially when I “help” in the kitchen. 

I apologize for this unraveling process.  Not my choice, just a reality I try to deal with.  I try to organize my litter by paying for Waste Management and sewer and water service. And I bought my dear wife a Kirby vacuum and a mop and the best washer and dryer money can buy.  So the litter is rounded up daily and disposed. But I wonder.  Where do my toe nail clippings, and DNA eventually go?  I don’t want it back.  I just wonder where it lies. 

Before my final unraveling, I want to litter my path with evidence of my love, appreciation, and gratitude for those around me.  So I have decided to hand out plastic cards that say YOU ARE SPECIAL.  I am thinking plastic PVC will last longer before that too unravels.  If I am going to litter anyway, I will litter with intent.  And may love be strewn every where I go.