Spiritual Compost

I love damiana_swan’s con­cept of “spir­i­tu­al com­post.” I am here­by swip­ing it, bla­tant­ly and with­out remorse. So there.

Hav­ing aston­ish­ing­ly won­der­ful peo­ple come into your life and find­ing that you love them and they love you and damn, this is so incred­i­ble that you want to shout from every rooftoop is hon­est­ly an expe­ri­ence I can­not describe.

Unfor­tu­nate­ly, the process of grow­ing clos­er fre­quent­ly involves turn­ing the ol’ spir­i­tu­al com­post pile. And there’s nasty stuff in there.

But if you can make it past the nasty stench, you wind up with some extreme­ly potent fer­til­iz­er that can lead to beau­ti­ful har­vests in the future.