The Power of Poo

Well, bowl me over. The responses filling my inbox from readers of my book Run With Me: An Accidental Runner and the Power of Poo are incredible. You all have lived some amazing lives and been through some heart-wrenching stuff. Some of you are on the other side of deep chasms of pain. Others are stuck right there in the middle of it, no foothold in sight.

I am often surprised by the universal truth of both pain and beauty. I don’t know why I continue to be surprised, unless I’m dumber than I look (which is a distinct possibility). Here’s what I mean. Pain happens. It hurts. It can derail the most basic plans and send them into a firey jangle of bent hopes and dreams. There’s no two ways around it. Life is hard sometimes. If you’ve taken more than 5 breaths in your life, you know this.

On the other hand, and I think this is the part that surprises me, beauty and goodness surround us. Sometimes we can only catch a glimpse of it through the blistering haze of hurt, but it’s still there, a silhouette of promise. The words of thanks, of praise, of blessing you have heaped on me, as readers of my story, as people with hearts and brains, hurts and health are beautiful. Your stories have inherent, unique value and I’m so glad you’re telling them, even if just to me.

I want to continue the discussions we’ve been having about different ideas: depression, community, identity, faith, marriage, health, laughter. I want to continue to hear from you about the poo you struggled with and how you kicked it out of your house. I’m playing with some ideas, like Friday Flush…too gross?…where I invite you to share “what’s laying pipe in your life.” Someone, and I can’t remember who, rephrased that about my book and I love it. Honestly, what do you think? Weird? Gross? Worth some more thought?


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