Yesterday we shared a sweat lodge. I carried the stones, and walked barefoot in the snow.

Now this is ultimately not that big a deal I suppose. You stand there and feel the 'cold' and keep saying 'this is just energy this is just energy' and if the commitment is pure... it seems... (for reasons that are loving and prayerful, humble with the earth) then it works, and eventually this trancelike space is reached where it isn't that difficult, and there isn't much resistance.

It isn't cold. It is love flowing into my feet.

And in the prayer I felt myself choosing to come to this planet. I felt the terror of the cold, the depths of hollow space that were so FAR from the sun.