Maybe you've never given much thought to paper. From slick impersonal stacks of office reams of mysterious origin to whatever-random-back-of-a-receipt-you-grab-to-dash-off-a-note, sometimes it feels like paper simply *is*. But occasionally a piece of paper—just a single, simple, beautiful leaf!—stops us in our tracks.
Like everything else, good compost is all about balance. The full breakdown of organic material into the "black gold" prized by gardeners and worms alike requires careful, occasionally mystical-seeming attention to maintaining the yin of the nitrogen-rich fresh "green" (e.g. food scraps) and the yang of the carbon-heavy "brown" (leaves etc.).
Rubbing sweetly scented oils all over your precious body is always a surefire way to center yourself in the present, but even more so when the oils themselves are specially formulated according to a 7,000 year old practice dedicated to balance, prevention, and self-healing.
In ruminating on color, it seems that there are no constants. Like Monet's haystacks, freshly turned earth before and after the delicate dampening cast of dew, or the subtle sky around Madame Moon as the sun and stars argue over who will tuck her in at night...color is ever changing.