Emotional Compost

It grew and grew. The garbage took over the kitchen, the house, it oozed out of windows and pored out the door. Lastly it overtook Ms. Stout herself. The lesson learned from Sarah Cynthia Silvia Stout: take the garbage out! If you don’t take out the trash it accumulates in piles and piles and piles of garbage. All our personal garbage, quite literally, suffocates the person within. In life, love and work we’ve got to take out our trash or risk feeling like a giant compost bin. So much personal garbage fermenting, rotting, smelling, molding. Rancid in the soul. Survive the teens, graduate from college, begin a job, major heartbreak and life keeps moving. Simple enough. Here a little there a little. More and more. All tucked away in the active compost of memory and heartache. The years and years of composted memory create heat and activity. A veritable hotbed. Bubbling. Ripe. Like the fetid garbage bin in the summer sun so our souls writhe and wrench with human emotional backup. Hurt, disappointment, fear and pain mask true potential and happiness. Emotions tucked away and locked up in personal dump zones get messy. Acrid. Jack Donahue, of Thirty Rock knew just what to do, he crushed his feelings with his “giant man vice.” We should post a warning, beware toxic dump area. Please excuse, “I haven’t taken the garbage out for years.”