I’ve determined that successful living is mostly about the art of composting.
The beautiful skill of taking shit and turning it into a growth accelerant of deep, rich value is, mere genius. How have we missed this?
I don’t know about you, but I have fun mystical conversations with God. Sometimes they are around a movie, an experience, a word or line I hear someone say in passing, a storefront window display, or anything God uses to speak to me.
I've preciously posted about one such conversation related to my increasing UPS truck sightings and packages of hope being delivered and parceled out. Years ago I experienced random and frequent encounters with Red Cross Vehicles in my neighborhood. But most recently, I have run across colorful eighteen-wheelers that look like they’re comprised of various enormous Lego blocks, which speaks of so many things. And then the most comical conversation began around Porta-Pottys!
Now I am sure there are many people who would argue that God doesn’t speak in this way, or at all and most certainly that God doesn’t have time for a sense of humor. My experience has been otherwise. God made you, so don’t you suppose He has a sense of humor?
Any woo, When I was looking out the third story window where I sat for the first time and saw a set of porta-pottys being lifted across the sky in front of me by a crane, as if through a very specifically angled camera lens, I laughed. Then a week later when a truck hauling seven porta-pottys drove beside me, as if to goad me on in a game of hide and seek, I got even giddier.
I thought to myself, ‘Why yes, I’ll take the bite. I see your point! I have become a great composter. And my compost has not only turned into gold, but the gold has multiplied!”
All I can say is that if you haven’t begun to compost your shit, it’s time to start. Turn every foul smelling debacle over and over. Put your shit-kicking boots on and stomp on your shit and stand it down until you have turned it into gold!
Your boots were made for walking! Walk in it and through, but not around your shit!
Don’t give up until you get your gold. And the next time I am face down in my own shit, please remind me in the nicest way, of this very thing!
30 Paintings In 30 Days, Day 22, Composting, Mixed Media