I thought I'd take a walk down memory lane and celebrate some of these beloved old friends in this post.
|Wikimedia Commons/Rob Lavinsky|
While living at the edge of Grand Canyon at the age of 20, I picked desert sage and tied it into bundles with hemp twine, then smudged with it after it dried. No one taught me to (at least in this lifetime), and I had never seen it available in smudge stick form in the past. I just somehow knew it would be perfect for smudging - I imagine I learned it from the plant himself.
Even after I moved away, I had some bundles left that I burned in my new space, which reminded me of the profound inner shifts I had undergone while gazing at the canyon's seemingly infinite, quiet, empty depths. To this day, the scent of desert sage smoke fills me with a transcendent sense of serenity, comfort, and safety. (Also to this day, I love the Grand Canyon and always want to go back!)
What about you? What are your nostalgic enchantments?