Inspirational crap--literally

For the past couple months I've been following the story of Mr. Tim Dunden, aka Zeke the Sheik, aka Talker. Mr. Dunden began a compost pile in the early 1970's not too far down the road from where I live. Thirty plus years later the pile got to be 40 feet high and 200 feet long. The community got involved donating yard waste and produce remains. The property where the compost pile is located is not on Mr. Dunden's property, but right next door. The property, owned by a cemetery, is being sold and in spite of Dunden's drawn out protest the compost has to go.

David and I went to witness the mammoth mound of fertile earth on Sunday. I never thought such a sight could bring out such emotion in either one of us.

It was a life's work. It was nature doing what she does best. It was the earth living, dying, being reborn. It was beautiful. It was....God. Not to sound all Thoreau, but it was amazing.

The bull dozers have begun deconstructing the mound, a wonderfully ironic way to kick off earth day.

As we stood in the middle of the luscious, rich, earth I commented to David how I didn't understand why there was so much pollution, so many landfills, children living in garbage dumps world wide when what I beheld was a realistic partial solution to all the shit (literally) in the world.

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