Me composting at home
My mother is always trying to give me food from her fridge that she is not going to cook, but feels bad about throwing away. This used to bug me a lot. Throw your own food away mom – went my silent internal commentary full of past resentments and latent hostility. Do I really have to take their trash home? I would complain to my husband who laughed silently at my issues.
Then – everything changed when we started composting.
Now, initially I was a bit hesitant to start keeping trash…go figure. However, I am all for being green as much as possible. (I buy carbon credits, buy organic, clean my house with vinegar and my email is greenelise@gmail.com for goodness sakes!)
Plus, my spiritual growth and Interior Alignment training was getting me to think about really reducing and reusing….and composting made perfect sense. Plus, there are all kind of fun, chic, high heel friendly composting equipment available. For instance, we have an Earth Machine next to our deck…which is a covered compost bin – with a locking mechanism to keep out small mammals and wandering toddlers. It sits nicely next to our rain barrel, and is – oh so stylish – basic black. In addition, we have a brushed, stainless steel composting crock that looks lovely sitting out in the kitchen. These wonderful accessories make it easy for me to compost in high heels – which keeps me feeling stylish and green.
Last night, my mother asked me if I wanted an old bag of green peppers. I said – sure!
As often happens with this spiritual growth and green living stuff, my issues are surfacing and dissipating. I get to take my mom’s trash away from her, combine it with my own trash, and send it back into the earth to be purified, broken down, and turned into helping me grow a garden….and a life. How divine!
