The Blessings of Mold

The sound of thunder rolls in and the clouds move over the mountains like a white blanket covering the Himalayas as far as the eye can see. It's 4pm on the dot and the rain begins as it does every day, washing the streets clean and forcing the rivers onward and upward. As the rain's fury dies down the rainbow shines brightly over the mountain tops and the clouds disperse leaving behind an array of slugs, warms and insects.

It has been a difficult task making sure the mold doesn't take over my life and attach itself to all of my belongings but I have also seen the blessings in the situation. I spent a month in a room that was infested with mold, before arriving I wasn't aware of the distinct smell mold brings with it but now I will never forget it. I'm in a well ventilated room now but the mold still finds a way into every dark space that has been forgotten for more than a couple of days. Mold has taught me a valuable lesson, however, less is more. Less possessions I have, the more peace I have because in this weather it's a must to clean and touch everything on a daily basis if I want to keep them.

Letting go has been a form of worship I have adapted since making peace with the weather here. I let go, clean my space and touch my things every day- I move them, wash them and put them in the sun to dry. Every day I let go, am aware of what is serving me and what's important in my life. There is a piece of me in each object in my room, in my space and I have a relationship with each of them. I take care of them, love them and let them go when our time together is through.