myth for tobacco

There was a gust wind who wanted to grow on earth. She wanted to feel the ocean on her neck. She wanted to eat berries. She wanted to fall down. She wanted to cry. So the wind went to the mountain where the oldest rock lives and cooks tea and stew all day every day and at night he sings songs he told her she could be anything she wanted and if she didn’t like it, she could come back and change her mind.

So first she became a salmon. The sea is so deep and full of mysteries and the wind moves so much like water, but it was difficult to swim against the currents.

so she decided to become a hawk. She flew so high and saw so far. But she was lonely.

She became an elephant and nearly stayed that way, but she wanted to run.

So she became an arrow. She’s grew tired of the taste of blood.

But then she became a field of flowers and was so many things at once, she almost forgot herself.

Then she became a tree and found that trees understand all “you are like the wind in your decisions,” the rock said over a pot of boiling water when I was a tree I saw people make smoke of a plant they gave pink and the plant gave pink and white flowers that looked like arrows summoning insects and their were texture as elephant skin. It was strong as salmon and they were wide as hawks they had understanding as deep as a tree.

The rock smiled, a glittering, soft smile don’t you see you don’t need to ask to be this way. And she found that there was a part of her soul that the tobacco plant and she saw it in the rock too, and she discovered, as well, that there was a part of herself that could never change. And in that moment she was not sure if this was freedom or a cage. In a way, of course, it is both. So every time we see tobacco, we are looking, in part, at ourselves.