Our troubles are like compost. From all outward appearances, they’re unsightly and smelly. We’d like to shove them away into a dark place where we’ll never have to look at them again. But just as compost will yield rich soil if we are willing to let it be — if we are willing to care for it — our troubles will yield a rich meaningful experience of life if we are willing to compassionately transform them.
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