I wouldn't do it simply because even if I were respectful...I wouldn't want someone to see me walking the dog and think I was being disrespectful.


That having been said, when WI No. 1 son was but a wee lad and toilet training, we were vacationing on Martha's Vineyard. We were wandering around Oak Bluffs when the call of nature hit him. As anyone in that situation is aware, that age does not offer one much advance warning so we did what most parents would do...brought him over to this decrepit looking gnarled up cedar tree and had him drop his drawers. While he was whizzing all over this pitiful looking thing, I noticed it was set in cement. Obviously I was intrigued. I abandoned my post to look at the other side of the tree and recoiled in shock, for there was a plaque indicating it was The Consecrated Tree, a place of worship since 1849! A prayer service held there was even mentioned in the written works of Nathaniel Hawthorne!

All I could think of was "Religion? I peeeeeeeeeeesssss on your religion!"

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.