Shedding the Weight, Becoming Light
Since Christmas of 2018 I said farewell to weed,
and a year later, to tobacco.
I laid them down like old skins.
The weight of addiction left me –
but in its place,
the weight of matter grew upon my body.
Seventy-five kilos of earth,
while my spirit longed for air.
When I quit smoking,
I also quit moving the currents of energy.
Now the rivers return.
I feel them stirring again,
calling me to cleanse,
to become light.
I dream of shedding what remains,
like a cocoon split open,
and to rise once more –
a butterfly.
The letting go of addiction was a storm,
and now,
in the calm that follows,
I am ready to let go of its weight.
With this intention,
I will walk today
to the Church where Mary was seen in Debrad,
and place my steps as an offering.
