Since my Joseph Campbell mythology class I’ve been taking my metaphor retraining pretty seriously and particularly came in handy this past week when reality seemed a bit miraculous. I was taking my trash out and upon lifting the bag out of the can noticed a butterfly! On the side of the can was its cocoon. After several minutes waiting for it to fly out I was growing impatient. A small voice reminded me that my trash can where I discard things I don’t want…was its home and all it has known since it came into this world as a transformed butterfly. There is transformation under trash, and I have proof.
today I'm grateful for trash, compost, and recycling. =)