What I know for sure – You don’t have to pick up other people’s poop!

You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence. ~ Psalm 16:11

Adventure is my middle name.  Whether it’s a spontaneous road trip or  hiking on a new trail, I love it all.  As a little girl our home was out in the country in Colorado, a wonderful loation that allowed by brother and I the freedom to play and explore from sun up to sundown.  We would disappear on our bikes into the wooded areas only to return when the mosquitos became unbearable.  Nowadays I try to be outdoors as much as possible.  So this summer I decided to take a break from the monotony of the gym and find a new running path.  I’ve been getting out as early as I can while the air is still cool and the birds are singing.  Being outside refreshes my soul and renews my thinking.  As I make my way down the path I can’t help but notice all of the beautiful and not so beautiful things that surround me.

I noticed these beautiful morning glories that refused to be contained by the chain link fence.  Their thick vines twirled and twisted around the fence and over the top they began to spill over.  The vibrant blue flowers seemed to be reaching out to me .  They seemed to be smiling and showing off their loveliness for everybody to see.  These morning glories reminded me that there is beauty all around us if we can just pause long enough to notice.  They reminded me to never stop reaching , to never stop being myself  – no matter what tries to hold me back.

I’ve been on this path all summer and each time I seem to notice something new.  Yesterday,  in this ordinary overgrown backyard, I saw this sign for the first time.  And because I hadn’t noticed it before, that alone made me … laugh.  My heart giggled and I laughed out loud.  It made me realize that even when the days are ordinary and nothing seems new  or exciting … I need to laugh.

Scattered along the side of the path were also a dozen of these little poop bags.  I thought that perhaps there was a “doggie poop” service that came by to pick them up at the end of the day, but I wasn’t sure.  What I found most interesting about these little poop bags was my own reaction to them. “Should I pick them up and throw them away?”  ” Why would anybody leave their dog poop on this beautiful path?” “If I picked them up would anybody notice, would anybody care?” ” Could I pick these up just to be a good citizen and then not complain?” Then it hit me, I was spending so much time looking down at other’s people’s poop that I forgot to look up and notice all the beauty.  The poop bag reminded me that I don’t have to pick up poop, worry about other people’s poop, or pick up other people’s poop if I don’t want to.   This is what I know for sure – when I spend all my time worrying about other people’s poop – I am missing out on the joy God has for me  on my path of life…

Have a great weekend,


4 comments… add one
  • Cathy @ ShePaused4Th August 18, 2013, 8:21 pm

    Preach it right there sista!
    Well said.

    • Chef Louise Mellor August 19, 2013, 3:14 pm

      You know what I’m talking about…

  • sippitysup August 19, 2013, 9:21 pm

    I wondered about poop bags too. A friend (who uses this method( says people pick up after their dog and don’t really want to carry the bag all during their lovely stroll so they pick it up an their way back. I don’t do t that way. GREG

    • Chef Louise Mellor August 19, 2013, 9:49 pm

      poop bags in Hollywood? say it isn’t so…

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