I love this Ann Patchett quote. My husband and I had a compost heap when we gardened extensively. As a writer, I always saw it as a metaphor for my writing life.
Good question. These are essential elements in my compost heap--the scraps of daily life, the heat and pressure of living fully and authentically, the moisture of sweat and tears, labor and mourning and joy.
I love the comments here. They resonate with me. We had a compost heap when we were raising our boys and it was rich and productive. I had to leave that compost heap behind when the divorce happened. So, within that compost and the current iteration was/is grief and tenderness and nurturance. Somewhere in there, shining, I find joy/gratitude.
Indeed, thank you. It was necessary and my ex husband was the courageous one. He started the process. Not grateful then, of course, but certainly so now.
Expose the heap to lots of light
Seeds scattered by wind and birds blossom into many words
Words self sow and begin to adorn the world
"Words self sow"—love that!
I love this Ann Patchett quote. My husband and I had a compost heap when we gardened extensively. As a writer, I always saw it as a metaphor for my writing life.
Good question. These are essential elements in my compost heap--the scraps of daily life, the heat and pressure of living fully and authentically, the moisture of sweat and tears, labor and mourning and joy.
Do I see the start of a poem in this bit of compost? :)
Yes, definitely a poem sprout in this compost.
I love the comments here. They resonate with me. We had a compost heap when we were raising our boys and it was rich and productive. I had to leave that compost heap behind when the divorce happened. So, within that compost and the current iteration was/is grief and tenderness and nurturance. Somewhere in there, shining, I find joy/gratitude.
Poignant, Julie. And even the divorce is in the compost? Bless you.
Indeed, thank you. It was necessary and my ex husband was the courageous one. He started the process. Not grateful then, of course, but certainly so now.
There are different kinds of courage. Perhaps he brought one sort, and you brought another. Are STILL bringing another.