Why DOES he keep lying to me???

Why DOES he keep lying to me??? Why? Why?? WHY???

2 of Wands (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010 — 2 of Wands
(c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

That’s a question that I hear more often than I care to mention…

Can you use your Tarot cards to tell me why?

Now… the thing is with Tarot cards, is that if you want the right answer… you have to ask the right question…

I learnt this lesson around 7 years ago at the hands of one of my greatest teachers…

I moved into the house I live in in 1992 and when I moved in, I was quite surprised as in the toilet there was carpet…

But the surprise soon gave way to thinking – Wow! this is the best thing ever…

The house before had no heating other than a gas fire downstairs and the bathroom was big with a bare icy cold floor… and I used to run and shudder as my feet hit and dash as quick as I could to get there and back… I’m mostly barefoot… so when I found myself with this carpeted bathroom… WOW!!! such luxury as my feet kept an ambient temperature…

Now over the years… there were 4 kids and 2 step kids in the house and 5/6 had dangly bits that well… let’s say forget taking aim… I think the game was to try and write your name… sprinkle while you tinkle was an understatement and I would start most days by being unpleasantly surprised as I tootled into the bathroom barefoot to be rudely awoken out of my bleary eyed trudge…

And I would shudder and get on hands and knees to mop the floor… and once a week, I’d drag this great big bloody heavy carpet shampooing machine up the stairs to wash the carpet…

That carpet was wet more often than dry…

And even when one of the kids put towels down the toilet, blocked it, flushed it and flooded the place wrecking the carpet…

What did I do?

I went out and bought a new carpet…

And so the cycle continued…

Until one day when I was down on all fours scrubbing and feeling physically, emotionally and mentally drained and my then 6 year old walked in, stood next to me and asked…

What are you doing?

I turned and looked at him and my eye was level with his and I finally lost it and asked him…

WHY??? WHY??? WHY DO YOU PEE ON MY CARPET???!!!

He looked me right in the eye and with the calm voice of maybe the greatest Zen master to ever live…

He asked me…

Why do you put carpet where I pee…

Suddenly a huge weight had been lifted…

I smiled at him…

I tossed aside the cloths…

I pulled up the carpet… rolled it… took it downstairs and tossed it into the bin…

I went out… and I bought…

Lino…