Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, which, for Catholics, is the start of forty days of Lent, a time of prayer, fasting and almsgiving, culminating in Holy Week and ultimately Easter. At Mass, when the priest makes the sign of the cross on our foreheads with ashes (from the burning of blessed palms), he says, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
Maybe since Ash Wednesday is a day of fasting, I found myself musing about the elemental nature of composting. Our vegetable scraps begin in garden dirt somewhere, grow and then serve as nourishment (not just physical but emotional as well) and, when we return them to the dirt via composting, they help nurture new life for the garden and live on. We, too, are created from ashes, have a finite time on earth to live and our bodies return to the earth eventually, but our souls live on. Just a bit of gardening food for thought …
Fasting in the Catholic church means two small meals and one regular meal. In our home, for older teens and adults, we have traditionally eaten just one simple meal and as little as possible for the rest of the day, usually just a cup of tea and a piece of toast. As a result, there is not much in my compost bucket.
What you can see (clockwise from top):
- onion skin & stem ends
- two eggshells
- potato peels (might have roasted them if it was not a day of fasting!)
- espresso grounds
- garlic skin
With that, I made soft boiled eggs for my girl’s breakfast, two cups of espresso throughout the day for me and fish chowder with salmon (no cod at the fish market) for dinner.
I’m feeling more spiritually than physically nourished today.