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”Give me a pile of chicken poo and I can make grass grow on a doorknob.”
The man didn’t say “poo,” but you get the drift. I was visiting family in Oklahoma and had been rudely awakened by the most pungent and unpleasant odor I have ever come across. In fact, I can never recall being so offended by a smell, before or since, that I woke up from a dead sleep.
But there it was: The poo and I.
My mom and stepdad had a shady backyard. They spent hours of backbreaking labor, attempting every trick they knew, but nothing they tried—fertilizer, seed, water—could bring the lawn back to life.
Enter the chicken farmer and his truckload of manure.
It seems chickens are really good at a few things: eating, laying eggs, and pooing. Now, there is quite a market for those eggs, and the chickens themselves sell quite nicely, but piles of their refuse are not a hot ticket item generally speaking. Folks in the know, however, especially in hen havens like the southeast corner of the Sooner State, are well aware of the poo power and its mighty ability to make things grow.
Or, in a tight squeeze, replace smelling salts.
Sure enough, a few weeks after the poo was liberally applied to every square inch of the backyard, and had long since quit making my eyes water anytime we came within a block of the house, blades of grass began to peek up out of the ground. And in another fourteen days or so, my mom and stepdad’s backyard was full of a pretty lawn.
Who would have believed one big pile of stinking mess could grow into something healthy and appealing?
When I’m working, I sometimes feel like that too: What I’ve written or designed looks like a pile of hot… poo. I’ll try to muscle through, but my efforts make things worse. I have to walk away, take a break, and give myself some air.
A fifteen minute breather is often all I need to give inspiration the room to grow. I’ll come back to my computer with fresh eyes, renewed energy, or another idea. On other occasions I’ll go for a long walk, take a bubble bath, fold some laundry—anything mindless and relaxing is the perfect fertilizer to my imagination. I’ve found the days I’ve taken the time—allowed the process to work for me, instead of fighting against it—are the ones I’ve been the most gratified with my completed projects.
As an artistic person, knowing and accepting your needs—the things which feed your fire and make your creativity grow—are key to your success. What may begin as a struggle may end up being your masterpiece. Give yourself permission to revive your imagination with small breaks and the gift of time.
Remember underneath the green grass, may have once been a big pile of poo.
Ideas for this theme, Grow:
- Grow in natural development (taller, larger, bigger, older)
- Grow from circumstances (company grew from the ashes of the old partnership)
- Grow in influence or power
- Grow together or attached
- Grow up
- Grow a crop, garden, or plant
- Grow something out (hair, beard, etc.)
- Grow into clothes
- Grow into a situation (job, college, relationship)
- Grow on you (person, situation)
- Grew from (idea grew from a book)
- Grow up (maturity)
- Grow up (arise from something)
- Grow apart
- Growing season
- Growth chart
- ”Make the heart grow fonder”
- ”Miracle gro”
- Grow as in seek intelligence or learning
- Grow as in seek religious enlightenment
- Grow ideas or imagination
- Grow in confidence or strength
- ”Money growing on trees”
- Grow muscles
- Growing like a weed
P.S. The photos are from a surprisingly fertile place: Alcatraz Island in San Francisco Bay.