Sacred is the solitude of sanitary sanctuary…
He sits in silence, the shores cascading with baggage of waste, he finds no haste in his disposition nor wavering conviction in his decision, this glorious moment is a provision of divine quality inviting his ever present memories to escape with pleasant ecstasy.
Preamble to the poo...
You’ve acquired a taste for digesting and presenting your body with tasty food, but what’s your attitude towards those emotions you exude in the loo?
Are you a sober sitter?
-Resting in quite equanimity as you let your bowels do their thing.
Are you a hasty waster?
-Quickly pushing through with something else to do.
Listening to your heart can accommodate an unexpected flatulation situation.
— The art of the fart
When the loo is calling you, take it seriously and don’t be embarrassed, it’s a need everybody shares equally, prostate health is life long wealth, release your stress on the throne and don’t be afraid to groan. Don’t take your worries home, flush your frustrations away and watch your movements synchronize with a time of day.
Keeping the heinie shiny is a priority!
-Try something soothing: moisture wipes for out of site parts shaped like hearts is an art.
Lavender for the posterior and rose for delicate petals after puddles keeps things of divine beauty refreshingly clean and soothes subtle stings without worries of drying your precious things.