Black Madonna, Alchemical Chamber, Womb

Yesterday, I spent four hours removing compost from the container. The compost was rich and black. There was no trace of the cotton gloves, dryer lint, coffee grounds that I had put in the container. I put some of the black gold on the lawn where the bare patches are. I put lots of it on the raised beds. Why am I so mesmerized by compost? It is magical to me. The metamorphosis of the materials still takes my breath away. Now I am learning about the insects that aid in the transformation. I have an army of millions at my suburban disposal. Amazing.