Tonight, I got my sweat on, quite literally.

I sat, drenched. Covered in sweat. Mine. Not someone else’s. So fear not. I know, gross. It is. But it’s not at the same time.

I wanted to do anything — anything — but this sweat lodge. I had such resistance to it, so I knew … I needed it.

And somehow, I felt stuff on me … heavy stuff. Thick stuff. Blah stuff. Stuff that needed to … well, be sweated off.

And it was. There’s something very powerful about a lodge. You’ll just have to experience it for yourself sometime.

I am off to go relax now, get a good night’s rest. Feel clear and cleansed. And hopeful.