The Wisdom Within Each Moment

The Toilet – New Lessons

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Years ago, my first husband and I had a home built on property that he owned. It was very exciting to start from scratch and make every decision along the way. The builder was a man my parents knew from their church. We would meet with him, usually weekly, to sort out this and that, from door knobs to light fixtures and on and on. I was young and pretty particular about what I thought I wanted, so we butted heads more than once I’m afraid, but never more than over the toilet. The house had two and ½ baths. The basement toilet was easy. White would be fine. The main bathroom in the house, I was going to decorate in blues. A baby blue toilet was easy to find. But the bath off of the master bedroom was a different story. I wanted a black toilet. The master bedroom had a red/black shag carpet that ran through the main part of the house (looked better than it sounds). I wanted the bath to be black and white. I wanted a black toilet. The builder just laughed at me at. At that time, black toilets weren’t made by any company he did business with. I told him to keep looking. Every week he’d come back and say that he just could not find a black toilet. I’m sorry to say now, but I was becoming very unpleasant about the whole thing. I demanded a black toilet. Weeks went on and the house was near completion. The builder was avoiding me. Finally one day he told me he had found a black toilet. He’d have to drive about 100 miles to pick it up, and it would be more expensive than he’d estimated for that room, causing him to lose money on the deal.

It was in 1973 and I was just twenty years old. That is my only excuse. Oh, I got the black toilet I’d fought for, but less than fifteen years later, all those choices and decisions were left behind. Frankly I don’t believe I have ever thought about that toilet since, and more importantly how I treated that man. But karma is a funny thing. Just a couple of years ago I painted my present bathroom purple and white. I decided I’d like to have a purple toilet seat to match. For weeks I looked high and low and searched the internet as well, but one could not be found. I was puzzled that it was so hard to find. Never once did I think of the black toilet and what I put that poor man through. Finally I did find a purple seat, but it isn’t exactly what I wanted. I’ve never been happy with it and it will soon need to be replaced.

I put my foot up on that seat the other day to rub some lotion on my leg and swoosh! It all came back to me. The builder died a long time ago. I humbly whispered my apologies for my younger self. I can’t begin to imagine how I ever thought a toilet – or anything for that matter – was worth more than being a kind human being.

Teresa Sue McAdams, co-creator of “Today’s Journey Tarot”, co-author of “Today’s Journey Tarot, A Traveler’s Guide”, co-author of “Tarot Meditations, A Journal for Self Discovery”, and author of “Lessons, The Wisdom Within Each Moment”

Author: Lessons: The Wisdom Within Each Moment

Teresa Sue McAdams’ articles have appeared in various newsletters, publications and blogs. Her book, “Lessons: The Wisdom Within Each Moment” was published in 2012. She teaches classes on meditation, spirituality and tai chi and has been an intuitive counselor for over thirty five years. Teresa’s undergraduate work was in journalism and psychology and she earned a doctorate in 2006. She has sought answers all of her life and sometimes sees them in every ordinary moment. Teresa lives across the river from Louisville, Kentucky with her husband, Ben and four cat friends, Thai, Lily, Melody and Oz.

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