A walk to the compost

02/08/2013 at 10:30 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 6 Comments
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It’s time to take the peelings out, to the compost bin at the end of the garden. My body is weary. It’s the end of such a busy day. In the kitchen, I pick up the dark green caddy. It’s full of richly odorous vegetation.

At this moment right now, I have two choices. I can do this task resentfully, feeling my tiredness every step of the way. Or I can choose to enjoy the experience, choose to be fully present and notice my short walk to the compost bin with all my senses.

Today, I choose to be present.

I step barefoot into the yard. Above me, I hear the tall poplars whispering in the breeze. I feel the warmth of stone beneath my feet, a spa-like sensation. Then, I step onto cool lush grass. The soles of my feet are thrilled. It feels like ancient reflexology for body and soul. My tiredness has vanished – so fast!

I walk by small trees laden with young apples, bursting with life and vitality.

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Beyond, on the hill, I see cows grazing in the sunlight. Image

I reach the compost bin. I tip the contents of the green kitchen caddy into it: onion and garlic peelings tumble with tomato stalks and marshmallow leaves into the pungent abyss below. The odour of vegetation returning to nature is unmistakable. In a year’s time, it will all be rich, brown earth.

And then I turn back, treading over that lush, cool green grass, my bare feet still revelling in the sensation. I look skywards, at towering clouds just masking the sun. My daughter, as a small child, used to say that unicorns played in the white cloud light of the evening sun. I can and do imagine them there, invisible in the brightness.

Can you see them?

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That, then was my walk to the compost. It could have been awful. It was idyllic. The choice was only ever mine to make.

What choices did you make today?

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  1. Excellent post Suzanne. Thank you.
    We choose what type of life we live every minute of every day. A poignant reminder.
    I wish you blissful dreams full of playful unicorns, spa treatments and cool reviving grass.
    Jane

    • Thank you Jane. Your words are beautifully succinct. You are right: the choice is ours, and we make that choice whether we are aware of it or not. So we may as well make good choices – definitely more fun!

  2. Your choice of making the trip to the Compost into such a beautiful connection with nature has to be admired Suzanne – we should all follow this inspiring advice – thank you. I made a choice today of driving my husband down to a small little cafe on the West Coast of Ireland. We sat outside having tea and admiring the most beautiful view. It was a refreshing moment all round.

    • Your trip to the cafe on the West Cost of Ireland sounds refreshing and idyllic, Barbara. Thank you for sharing it.

  3. Simply Beautiful xxxxx

    • Thank you for your kind words, Jonathan, much appreciated.


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