A friend’s kombucha company was destroyed in a fire this weekend. While insurance and appraisers do their work, her friends and customers are dropping unopened bottles of her product off at her doorstep. Each bottle includes a part of her original scoby: the yeast and bacteria colony that make up her original recipe.
This story reminds me of Kizer’s poem, Semele Recycled, when the heroin is exploded into pieces across the planet. Semele gathers herself together, literally. She, like Rachel, is a badass.