Actually an Artist

I’d visit that compost bin when someone came to me with a seemingly intractable conflict, or when I otherwise felt at my end. How, I would ask, can this mess become soil?

-Prentis Hemphill, What it Takes to Heal: How transforming Ourselves Can Change the World p. 96

For those of us in the mire of life, how can this mess become soil? How does the metaphor of this year’s messes becoming next year’s fertile soil help you? Where do you feel desolate? Today, it’s little comfort. But perseverance bids me continue. So if this doesn’t feel comforting to you right now, maybe it will tomorrow. Maybe it will feel comforting to me tomorrow.