All of It
The sour stench of a dead skunk
Rotting in the road
An invisible cloud
That hovers, seeps, and smacks.
The warm and pressured wholeness
When my child cuddles
In early morning light
Tiny feet she intertwines with mine.
Things that linger carry lessons
Both pushed away and longed for
Can I be still and learn to linger
And breathe it all in deeply?
sometimesihatemycat 
Hello my dear. How come we don’t see you at the non-Buddhism site any more? I sort of miss your comments.
Hey, thanks for checking in. Sorry I have been MIA, I was at a Zen Retreat and just got back today. I meant to post something on my blog about me leaving, but just didn;t get around to it before I left. It is nice to know that at least one person missed my comments. But I am back now and ready to rumble. 🙂