smudging
bundle of sage, canon digital rebel xt
What thoughts, feelings, images, senses or words come to mind when looking into my bundle of sage that I often use (mostly lately) for smudging negative energies and influences?
Paint me a picture with your words.
posted by boho girl at 11.10.06
15 Comments:
Womens Circle.
Sunday afternoons.
Trusting.
Sharing.
Caring.
Together.
Finding strength and courage in each others truth and words.
Smudging.
Clearing.
Sisters.
And another thing that comes to mind... our new home. Me, Nath and Kaela... and regular smudgings of our home.
Peace and Love to you Deni.
Kiss & hugs
Bx
Oh my, that photo is gorgeous, Denise. I love how all of your photos look a bit aged and soulful. For some reason, this one reminded me of my Grandmother's farm in Iowa. Seriously! I'm giggling out loud because that sounds so ridiculous, but it's true!
-love you-
it calls to me of my hidden heritage, the one kept secret for so long and beating in my bloodstream. it reminds me of the native store on bank street in my hometown, where i first bought sweetgrass to smudge with. it reminds me of picking wild sage on a red mountain in b.c., and lighting it on fire with my sister in the backyard, the night before she left for eight months away.
this image fills me with peace.
space, freedom, clean, energy, love, magic, purity, breath
xoxoxo
the second i saw it, i thought of flowers given on a first date. a meek, awkward teenage boy greeting his high school crush with a fresh bunch of flowers... those same flowers then held in her lap as they ride to the drive-in... and again she holds them as he kisses her goodnight... later, the flowers are left hung in her bedroom, next to her mirror and she glances at them each time she tosses her hair around before heading out the door. they remind her of innocense, of purity, of love.
no beautiful words from me today... just that I can almost smell that sage stick looking at this photo.
*sigh* I love sage... Mmmm. reminds me of soooo many good things.
At a young age I was taught smudging by elders. It is a ceremony that is not to be taken lightly, but with care. The abalone shell was filled with our sage and was fanned by a feather to carry the prayers or thoughts to the Creator on the wings of an eagle. It is important to smudge with sage for cleansing to drive out the bad and then smudge with a sweeter herb like sweet grass or cedar to bring in the good.
It is funny--I didn't realize that non-natives participated in smudging like we do. Very interesting. This has been a big part of my heritage and has a lot of meaning.
I hope it works for you too.
dearest boho,
first of all, yer welcome for the smile. good to know i can do something right as of late.
2nd of all, good to hear from you. i was worried that the email i sent you about that pic pissed you off, or worse, hurt you... and i couldn't bear that.
3rd...
that pic... images of smoke, filling a room. aromas wafting thru a room on a summer night. the last beams of sunlight hitting the ceiling as the glowing orb settles into the mountainside for a good night's rest....
snuggles. reading to a loved one. laughter. joy. soft kisses.
yeah.. that's what i see, feel and can remember.
memories of the past can be so sweet, yet so fleeting, like that smoke rising up to catch the summer night's breeze...
~B
Is that anything like smugs?...Oh, smudgging....hey, that could also be smooches and hugs...you are clever
and cute
and smart
and wise
and loved....by me :D
xxxd
Lying on the sun-baked clay of my childhood, I am surrounded by meadowlark song. Four feet above me, the wind howls ferociously, but I am tucked under a cage of sagebrush, the sun warming my limbs. Half awake my mind stays alert for the dry slither of abundant rattlesnakes, ever hopeful for the quiet movement of the pronghorn antelope. The heady smell of sagebrush fills my nostrils and my lungs. The smell of home.
IT reminded me of my wedding and the bouquet of flowers wrapped with ribbon-our love smudging out all negative energy....hmmmm blissfull photo darling
Hope you like and you don't think I wast being too personal. I guess all of our lives are connected if we allow them to be. Here is what I thought as I viewed your image:
She smiles at him as he throws his corduroy coat on the cluttered table and skirts toward the fridge. She is hopeful, tired. Her smile hangs on her face waiting to be acknowledged.
“Are you ready?” He says pouring a glass of juice.
They make their way up to the bathroom, holding hands, the glass, another test.
The room smells bright with optimism. The miracles of life float throughout the room waiting for the right time to enter her womb. He smiles as he wipes away a smudge of ash from her face, “It smells great in here.”
The smoke rises and she pees in the cup. Burning leaves, a ribbon, love. Outside the universe churns and continues its design. Everywhere, everything…inside pinks and peaches give her comfort when she needs them most.
“It’s the sage,” she says. They wait for little blue lines to change their lives.
Mmmm...BZ, this was so beautiful. I am so very touched by this. I am willing it to be us soon. Yes. Soon. Thank you...
There is a sage bush in the front garden of a house in our crescent, and I can't walk past it, cannot walk past any sage plant, without plucking a leaf and rolling it between my fingers, right under my nose.
I do the same for lavender heads, but perhaps most surprisingly the leaves of privet hedges too. Not very exotic but they smell so fresh and feel so crunchy! All three are sensual heaven...
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My mom's grandparents came to California from Arizona when it was just a territory. Migrant farm workers who eventually settled in Nipomo. Her grandfather gathered sage from the foothills and my mother remembers spreading the sage on big tarps to dry out. It was (a living!)bundled and sold for enough money to buy 1/4 of an acre of(now) prime Central Coast property!
I gather that same sage and make smudges to burn and cleanse and give away to friends and family.
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