Don’t wait for a miracle.

Dig for one.

You don’t have to compost.

You can keep your shitpile covered till you die.

Eventually, the sun will burn out, the earth will go cold, and nothing we humans have ever done or failed to do will matter to anyone.

But what if you did turn your pile?

And what if, out of it, something gorgeous grew?

You don’t know what miracles might sprout from your soul-soil.

Neither do I.

I’d love to find out.

How about you?

Ready to hot-compost? Go here.

P.S. Thanks to everyone who’s already signed up! I appreciate you, and can’t wait to help you turn your piles.

Tomorrow (Friday, December 12) is the last day to book a Hot Composting session at the $44 intro price. If you’ve been holding back because you’re not sure what to expect—here’s some detail:

We’ll meet on the phone, from quiet, distraction-free locations with good reception.

I’ll welcome you, and ask what you want to compost. Maybe it falls neatly into one of the four shitpile categories (shit you shouldn’t have done, shit they shouldn’t have done, shit that’s fucked up and bullshit, shit you’re sad about); maybe it doesn’t.

Maybe all you know is that you have a thought, a feeling, an experience, a memory that’s bothering you, that you can’t set aside; maybe our first step is to dig it up and discern what’s underneath it. Great—we’ll do that.

Next? We’ll sense into the mycelial undercurrents. Follow one or more threads. I’ll ask generative questions. Help you separate stories from facts. Invite you to embrace what is, and listen for its messages.

You’ll leave the session with a new view of your pile. A sense of relief. Inklings of how to keep turning it—and where its fertility lies.

For the skinny on how to book, go here.