Once quiet, we will hear an inner voice proclaim, “You are not enough.” 

So why not just avoid the compost? Why not skirt the stinking heap?

For centuries poets and philosophers, theologians and therapists have taught us that turning over these compost piles is a risk we must undertake, for within these same mounds lies the fertile matter out of which new life arises and is nourished, a cyclic alchemy always at play, just as it is in any garden. This is the necessary work, the means of discovering spirit and self, a call that must be heeded. We do this by going deep. That is our charge.

- Anne D.LeClaire