Years ago I sat in a sweat lodge, utterly relishing the vision of all the energy swirling around me in the darkness. My best friend was sitting next to me, and he lightly tapped my knee, which brought me crashing back to “regular” reality to pay attention to the sounds of others breathing, the smell of the medicinal herbs burning on the red-hot stones, and the intense heat of the steam.
After the lodge was over, without me even asking, he said, “I tapped you because you were over-indulging in your vision. There in that lodge, if you don’t pay attention to the heat, it might overcome you without you even knowing it. Sometimes it’s better to remain practical, grounded, instead of flying off into outer space every chance you get.”
I was angry with him, but he was right.