Today was my weekly volunteer session at our local food resource center and my job was kitchen prep: chopping peppers and beets (both of which I dislike heartily). While many would see work like this to be drudgery, I find the process of chop, chop, chop to be meditative. As I turned to add more scraps to my waste bucket, I was taken aback by the gorgeous colors looking back at me. These scraps destined for the compost bin had become like a work of art. As I resumed my chop,