compost as the muse: FAREWELL POLLY COMPOST
Here i am, gathering leaf mulch for my urban compost pile- november 2017
My website has been called polly compost for years- i was an anarchist urban composter.
I raged against the machine with my compost piles- my urban clothesline- my kitchen ferments.
I learned about permaculture and started a farm. And failed. And worked in kitchens as a cook, and then later a server. I was in and out of community college classes.
I was divorced, and a mother of 2, finding my way.
I believed in decomposition in a big way- and i have decomposed many times before, during, and after this time of my life.
Compost as the oracle, polly compost decomposing and emerging as mycelial paths
During this era i found my very first psilocybe species- and it was like a portal to a new dimension was revealed to me — these little mushrooms were everywhere in the suburban strip mall wood chips- and i could see them for the first time.
I identified deeply with the wild plants i learned to forage in the urban /and suburban places i lived. I found my very first amanita muscaria, in a strip of grass between a busy road and a side walk, near an ornamental spruce.
Very soon after this my life underwent a permanent and dramatic transformation.
http://idlelovewild.blogspot.com/2016/05/earth-take-me-back.html
here is a little peek into my life back then, from my former sick-a** blog called suburban transcendentalism- where i accidentally captured my journey from young mormon mother of two to anarchist composter polly compost HAHA (or when i left my marriage and moved into a bedroom in a house with another single mother with my two kids)
anyway- thank you for being here and witnessing this goodbye.
goodbye polly compost, and thank you for your radical and weird courage. you’ve always known that decomposition was the power path.
i welcome you to the mycelial path era. may it be wild, fruitful, transformative, and abundant for us all.
xoxo dolly