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Gregg Zuman's avatar

Mmm.

Most people I know sit in a small room on an egg shaped seat with a giant hole in the middle, over the receiving end of a sewer pipe, and deposit their shit in the water pooling therein; then they push a lever and "flush" it all "away" to a municipal processing facility. I process mine at the homestead, water-free. Tarps…

Hot Composting session! How does that work exactly in this context? Curious…

Helen Zuman's avatar

Well, if you were to sign up for a Hot Composting session, you and I would get together (in person if convenient, or, most likely, on the phone) and you would tell me what's up. What's in your shitpile. Could be (as described in the Shitpile posts) something you think you shouldn't have done, something you think someone else shouldn't have done, something you think is fucked up and bullshit, something you're sad about. Or something else entirely.

Anyway—you would do this, and then we would talk. I would sense into the mycelial undercurrents. Separate stories from facts. Ask generative questions. You would most likely leave the session with a new view of your pile. A sense of relief. A number of possibilities, for how to keep turning it.

Does that answer your question?

Gregg Zuman's avatar

Yeah. Thank you very much.