Hot Composting

Don’t “get over” that shit—compost it.

You don’t have to compost your shit. You can shove it under a tarp, and leave it there indefinitely. But maybe you want to compost it. Maybe you feel a spark of excitement when you imagine turning to face what you’ve pushed away.

It could be a secret you’ve never told.

It could be something you’re ashamed of, something you regret—something you think you shouldn’t have done, felt, thought, said.

It could be something that shouldn’t have happened, something you’d excise from your life if only you could go back in time with a knife.

It could be something you’ve been told to “get over,” over and over again.

I don’t believe in “getting over” shit—I believe in composting it. Into a source of fertility, out of which something new can grow. I believe in opening to what did happen, to what you did choose, and letting the meaning and purpose scrunched up inside those little inconvenients unfold.

I’ve done a shit-ton of composting in my own life. I’ve turned my cult experience, as well as my relationship with a man who died a murderer, into fertile soil. I’m not an expert, or a therapist—just a seed-bearer. That seed is etheric composting. I’d like to share it with you.

Therefore, I am offering:

Hot Composting sessions—one hour for $44.

You’ll bring your shitpile; we’ll turn it.

This offer is good through December 12, 2025. After that, the price will rise to $88.

To sign up, send $44 to @Helen-Zuman (Venmo) (preferred) or madgelma@gmail.com (PayPal) (also okay).

Once I receive your payment, I’ll contact you to set a time.

Questions? Please ask.

Thank you.