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Writer's pictureBrunelle Dias

A love letter from my compost

Updated: Mar 11, 2020

A 10 minute sketch


Dear brunelle,

I hear you wanted me to write to you for a while now. At the same time I'm sure as heck you weren't expecting this letter. Well here it is. I want to tell you how rewarding it has been workign with you. I dont see you as often as I should. I wish you'd put all that weight down, and stay by me, near that little garden you and hugo planted. Thyme is doing pretty well, but weeds usually gather around him, and I doubt she appreciates the crowded feel. I understand that If thing coudl be different, and you had more time you could spend more time doing what you love (beign near me). I notice how you layer me thoughtfully. I know that you arent perfect, nobody is, but I do love your care and consideration to visit me evry few days. I notice hwo you pick the plastic wrapers, the insides bitty bits of milk bottles that stick to the rim from me, and scowl at your family for not takign initative with me.

Time.

I suppose, with you, you have always made the time to see me, to care for the earth mama. but Humans need to realise these things in their own time. and although it seems liek too much time is beign wasted, also see that skeptical hope when your mum told you that she had been usign the compost when you went to Germany.


I will miss you. I know you said you wanted to leave home. Branch out one might add. But youre not leaving me so I am not all that worried. Ive always been there. Ive been there before you were born, before your mother was born, or your father. Before they settled on this land. The first and the second lot. I was there when I was sung into life. I was there when He shaped me, to shape others. To give life to all that is planted in me. I will be there whereevery you travel. I am there everywhere. Under your feet, in your finger nails. In your blood. in your food. in your air.


you have added to me, the thrown away scraps of your life. and I make them new. the partnership we have goign only makes the two of us stronger. We were all made in partnership brunelle. you, hugo, breann, bradley everyone. we can only get stronger. He has sung us into partner ship. I know He has.I was there then. I hope this letter leaves you with assurance.

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