#stall cleaning

so I realized today that I tend to do a sort of walking/working meditation whenever I clean out my horses stall. I get rather angry if I get bothered or people don’t stop asking my questions during this time, and when I do have the proper chance to meditate as I muck I have a much easier day. Does anyone else find that they tend to meditate during odd tasks?

Some days I really feel like I don't get paid enough for what I do at work, and today was one of those days. There I was minding my own business cleaning the stalls in the barn and on my very last stall, what do I find? A freaking miscarried horse fetus! How lovely it was to see that! But that wasn't the end of it. I had thrown it in the manure pile with the rest of the horses crap and 10 minutes later I find my bosses dogs eating it! So then I had to handle it once again and throw it into a garbage can. Normally dead animals and gore and things like that don't bother me, but this did. It was sad, I could tell the mother was very sad about it too. And for some reason every time I had to lay my eyes on it I couldn't stop thinking about the thing that Ed and Al made in Fullmetal Alchemist when they tried to bring their mother back. Anyways, that was my day.