I was outside doing my evening chores a few weeks back, reflecting upon life and all of its twists and turns, and thought to myself that sometimes despite all of our best efforts, our best intentions, our best wishes. . . .sh*t happens. And then I looked over at a big mound of steaming sheep manure decomposing and thought ‘make compost’. And I must admit that at first, I was rather pleased with my witty self. Well, with no one around to appreciate it except the animals, someone had to be!
But then I thought about it further. Yes, making beautiful compost, teaming with life and energy, health and nutrition from something that starts out rather unappealing is so rewarding on such a fundamental level.
And then I took care of some more animals.
And thought some more.
And thought about how when sh*t happens having our hands in and on the living, breathing earth, supporting its flora and fauna, and staying connected to its cycles, its rhythms, and not isolating ourselves is also a fundamental way to soothe and heal our battered selves.