The Origin Story, Part 1: Compost & Mothers
The Origin Story, Part 1: Compost & Mothers
Why 13 Tons and Why Love?
Hi! Welcome to 13 Tons of Love, a weekly dose of visual joy and reflective meanderings. Read on to learn more about the origins for the title of this newsletter. It really is all about beauty, the power of regeneration, transformation and renewal…and tons of love.
So why 13 Tons?
Because between 2009, when I first built a three-bin composter, and 2022, when my mother died, I processed 13 tons of compost…in 13 years (I’ll give the details in a later post).
Why Love?
Because in May 2022, we buried my mother on a bed of compost she and I co-created.1
It was the most beautiful moment because she loved mushrooms and the land we buried her in and she was really tired and ready to return to the earth, which she loved.2
For me, it wasn’t sad at all, given our shared fascination for compost (She taught us how in the 1970’s),
her passion for gardening,
and my vision for a greener life.
Why would anyone bend over year after year in gardens in three different states for fifty years, if not for love? Love for the earth between her hands. Love for her family with whom she shared fresh peas, cucumbers, potatoes and more.
I created this newsletter because there are so many stories to share about compost and gardening and relationships between mothers and daughters. Each of these subjects touches on every aspect of our lives - - our consumption habits, what we eat, how we treat our waste, and how we care for each other on this glorious planet.
It’s all about love. Tons of it.
It’s also all about nuance
When a bear got into the compost bin the same month my mother chose to stop treatment for Multiple Myeloma after she was diagnosed with an additional and rare cancer, it was time to start saying farewell, not just to composting at home (Once bears find a source of food, they’ll be back. Not such a good thing when you live in town),
but also to Mummy.
It was so odd that these two events occurred within days of each other. Was the universe speaking to me, inviting me to let go of so much more than composting and my mother? I think so. Because since her death, I’ve danced in snowstorms,
made offerings on my mother’s grave,
and experienced the renewal that follows transformation.
The earth embraced my mother, is caring for her, and continues to create beauty in her midst, just as my mother embraced me, cared for me, and created beauty with me.
How better to honor my mother and our shared passions than to tell the stories found in compost and so many other micro-climate moments. Welcome to 13 Tons of Love.
Next week: The Origin Story, Part 2: Kaleidoscopes
Thank you for reading my first full post on Substack! I’m so glad you’re here with me on this exciting adventure.
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With cheers and gratitude,
Lyn
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Green Burials, while less impactful on the climate and your wallet, are emotionally intense and complicated in interesting ways. Stay tuned for a future post on this subject!
My mother self-published a number of nature-based photo books, including one on mushrooms and another about the land on which she was buried.
WOW - this is beautiful - just such a lovely musing on love, life and the beauty of nature in all its forms - thank you.
Beautiful photos and a beautiful story. I look forward to reading and seeing more!