I heart shitpiles.

Including the one at the edge of your life.

Having emerged from the cave, I’m ready to try something new. Something I’ve been considering for a good long time. It has to do with composting, of course, and the shitpiles that squat, neglected, beyond our private pales.

Sometimes those shitpiles don’t bother us; sometimes they do. Either way, they’re not yielding the bountiful fertility they might yield, if only we would turn them.

Next Monday (December 8), I’m going to offer to help you do just that. In the meantime, I’ll lead you through a taxonomy of shitpiles—within which you just might recognize yours.

Tomorrow we’ll peek at Shitpile #1: Shit you shouldn’t have done.