Composting for me is tossing non-meat, organic food over the front porch and down the hill. At night I have seen an opposum sniffing for food. I have not seen raccoon as they tend to like to dig in my newly planted grass instead. Clearly, they do this just outside my studio so that I can see them.
Just after I tossed left over carrots which my grandson brought in a bag and didn't finish over the porch this morning, I saw leaves move. It was a quiet morning and I decided to take a closer look as there was no wind blowing at this time. To my surprise a good sized turtle was in the area. I sure hope I didn't hit him. My next few tosses were a foot or so in front of the turtle. The idea was to provide food for it.
This is the first turtle I have seen in some time. They are so well camoflaged that I probably have had a few in that area before and didn't notice them. According to the turtle totem, I was supposed to see the turtle to remind me to stay the course, continue my peaceful ways. It was an apt omen for a rainy day. Finding and mainly peace within is a part of mindfulness. I appreciate seeing the turtle and am delighting it came to visit.
The bigger picture of seeing the turtle and the reason I must live in the mountains is that it is a constant reminder. A reminder for a simpler life. A reminder that I live among nature. That like nature, I am a part of the universe, but more importantly that the universe lives within me. I am comprised of the same materials. No different than the plants that become compost. Or the turtle looking for food.
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