I crawled into the sweat lodge a couple days ago and settled into the comfort of earth's womb. Drumming and singing songs of healing, I listen for the timeless voice that moves my spirit. Hearing the ancient chant of the drum awakens something older than my collected years. I search for the echo that breathed original life into existence. Sometimes as I peer through swirls of Chanunpa smoke, I feel the pall of time release its grip on my waking reality. Lifting me from the bondage of Iron House scars. The lodge heals, and reveals my own rigid and highly limited perception. As thoughts melt away, I find myself swept up in the admiration of pure spiritual resonance. | JP, 2018