Issue 12  •  Spring 2013

Memoir

Sweating It Out in a Sweat Lodge

Written by Denise DeSpirito
When the colder months creep on my brain seems to freeze and turn gray like the winter sky, and I fruitlessly seek mental clarity. My body feels crunchy and stuffed up. I yoga. I gym. I do a juice cleanse. I walk through cold parks and marvel at the little bits of green that remain. But I find myself seeking some sort of renewal in a way that combines the mental, physical, and natural world at once. The combination seems hard to come by in my New York City home, and so I end up in rural North Carolina ushering in the New Year in a dark, hot dome with my hands in the dirt, sweat pouring out of me, and the sound of strangers praying.
 

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