06 07 12 Worms Are Teachers Too

Thirty years ago, when we were newly married, Cindee was always grossed out by anything that had to do with manure. I think this may have had to do with the requirement she had as a child of shoveling out the horse stalls. But she hated manure along with spiders and bugs, and hated the thought touching any of these things. Even changing diapers was a bit of a problem. Perhaps the reader can understand when I therefore say, that one of the strangest days living in our bioshelter home was the day I came home and saw my wife with worms in her hands: red wigglers, actually. When I saw her smiling face and wormy hands I realized that this woman I loved was changing drastically, and that I would have to adjust. I was not surprised to see the worms. As I wrote yesterday, our house minimizes impacts on the environment through outflows into nature and therefore does not have a septic system. Instead we recycle the gray water and use composting toilets rather than convent...