At the end of my Fringe Festival Show, The Care Factor, I invited, or kind of forced, my audience to write down their worries. I swore Iwasn’t going to read them out or identify the writer. Instead I promised to take those little toxic concerns and turn them into something nourishing, worthwhile, even beautiful. And today I finally got my expansive arse into gear and mixed the little scraps of paper with poo from my chooks. I added the tomatoes to the mix and hopefully in a few weeks we will have a bumper crop.
Today was tomato project day one.
It’s like dealing with insecurities in general: you have to feel a bit chicken shit before you start to squirt nourishing juice.