waste

I pour the morning’s leftover milk from mason jars into the cat bowl, as a rare creamy treat for my felines.

Nothing wasted. 

I shake out leftover rice and turned greens into the chicken run, as eager birds wobble and gobble towards me.

Nothing wasted. 

I’ll scoop and shovel litter and poo into the compost bin that’s nearly overflowing now.

Nothing wasted. 

I finish off a half-eaten donut from a hurried child who just had to take one last bite before rushing off to school.

Nothing wasted. (Maybe shoulda wasted that)

I put on wrinkled clothes left on the bedroom floor the night before, because (sigh) laundry…

Nothing wasted.

I list items no longer needed on sale sites, in hopes of a small monetary exchange for the space they free up.

Nothing wasted. 

I’ll reheat leftover dinner as lunch and eat the things nobody else will belly up to again.

Nothing wasted. 

I pour half-empty water bottles into the potted plants and beds outside.

Nothing wasted.

I toss dead limbs and woody garden debri into the fire pit for a later time.

Nothing wasted.

I rehash words and hurts then glean and learn.

Nothing wasted.

I consider some lost sleep and a restless night, and how I purposed to fill it with twilight reflections.

Nothing wasted. 

I place yesterday’s idle words and moments into capable hands to work good and gain.

Nothing wasted. 

I bag up all my mistakes and failures and drop them like a donation before a wooden cross.

Thank God; nothing wasted. 

I spend myself, and time and energy, discovering the recycled gold in it all. All thoughtfully thrown out, and making their way resourcefully back to me .

It is the very best waste of my life, and it is never ever ever wasted.