As part of my ongoing resorting of the sewing studio, I discovered I had kept way too many past bank statements and bills. Why did I have statements from 1989? I can only assume it was because I had the space, not because I actually needed them.
Oh, the joy of repetition! Yesterday afternoon, I spent a couple of pleasant hours with my shredding machine. Did you know that shredded bank statements make wonderful compost? Or that feeding hundreds of pages of paper through a shredding machine encourages meditation?
All the shredded papers were added to my compost bin and combined with the other contents. In a while, I'll take the resulting compost and add it to the garden to feed the soil that will grow more vegetables.
The cycle will become complete. That feels satisfying somehow.