One of my teachers had each of us bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes.
For every person we'd refuse to forgive in our life, we were told to choose a potato,
write on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag.
Some of our bags, as you can imagine, were quite heavy.
We were then told to carry this bag with us everywhere for one week,
putting it beside our bed at night, on the car seat when driving, next to our desk at work.
The hassle of lugging this around with us
made it clear what a weight we were carrying spiritually,
and how we had to pay attention to it all the time to not forget,
and keep leaving it in embarrassing places.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem