The VW bug represents the sense of freedom everyone needs to feel alive and connected to the world even if they never fill up one tank or take one trip to a single destination. We need to know we could pack up and go if we wanted to, which is often enough to help us push through life challenges
The compost embodies our constant attempts to recycle our mistakes, failures, and shortfalls into a medium that will feed our next dream and the efforts it inspires in us to improve our lives. We take the ashes of a particularly spectacular crash-and-burn event and mix them into the sod of our souls then let the pressure of life and our sorrows convert them into a nutrient-rich humus to bolster our heart as we plunge into the next endeavor. The garden of our souls must be tended relentlessly. We add a dash of some life events here to raise the pH and subtract a weed or two determined to choke out that which we love and cherish about ourselves. We are vigilant to seek out negative life forms that might extinguish the life that emerges from our carefully cultured growing medium. We hoe and rake, weed and futz seeking to draw the best seeds life has to offer and keep out all that would sour us and send dreams fleeing for better plots. Once in a while, invite someone in to help with the daily chores and you, them. Keep your tools sharp, well-oiled, and ready to serve you.
Get some dirt on your skin and let the sweat run down your brow. Freedom requires work. Compost requires determination to recycle whatever sorrows, tragedies, and negative experiences into something that will eventually grow dreams. Gardens demand direct, hands-on, constant attention lest we be swamped by weeds and our soil turn to dust and blow away. Create the compost. Feed the garden. Pack up the fruits and veg of your labors into the vehicle of your dreams and go! Somewhere. Anywhere! Be blessed and know God loves you.



