Find

   Thinking about writing this week brought to mind my daughter-in-law's compost pile. She made it herself out of discarded pallets. I peered up and over to see what was happening inside. Watermelon rinds, onion skins, celery stalks and pepper tops were marinating together to eventually break down into useable soil. That is how I see my ideas. They are seemingly unrelated scraps of words perculating in a brew that I hope one day will be a paragraph or even a whole blogpost.

       What I find to write about it most assuredly been waiting to rise up. Unconsciously I imagine I have been composing. I heard Ann Patchett, the novelist say this morning,

   "Sometimes it takes a long time for your life to filter down into music." 

   And from Natalie Goldberg,
  "Continue to turn over and over the organic details of your life until some of them fall through the garbage of discursive thoughts to the solid ground of black soil."

  These are worth finding and I hope sharing.