Not a good day yesterday. Someone I knew several years ago saw me working on a friend’s house and started giving me crap. I held my temper but I felt my identity being shredded. Why would I even care about what he says? I know that I have changed and I don’t want my past thrown in my face.
After venting to my roommates, one asks me “What is really bothering you, dude?”
That made me think. Sometimes I don’t want to be good or do what is right. Then I get scared that I am going to be hooked back into my old life. So I sat outside and lit the white sage. Soon I was joined by my friends and even the family whose house was flooded.
We sat there smelling the sage. I felt like the smoke was connecting me to more than my past. I could sense my grandmother and my uncle. I knew somehow that I belonged to something big and that my worries were really small. Somehow I just felt hooked into God.