Sunday, February 28, 2010
How could it be possible that I am in a place in my life when I want my most significant relationship to be with compost? Right now, I feel that compost is more important to me than anything else.
And so here, where I am living in a place of seclusion from community, my only responsibility is to carry the kitchen scraps down to the compost bin. This is my passion. Even though I may never see the fruits of next summer's crops, I feel connected to the harvest before the earth is thawed or the seeds are germinated.
Some days, the sun shines. But today, everything is grey. I feel grey. Like Anne in London's blog posting, I can understand that there is no need to be gay on a grey day. But in this grey of late winter, I feel the swelling of life. The expectation of something new. The excitement and expectation of transformation during this time of transition.