Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness. Every year we have been witness to it: how the world descends into a rich mash, in order that it may resume. And therefore who would cry out. So let us go on. My sage plants โwho have seemed to play dead in past seasonsโ decided to go crazy this year! We decided to use these plants to make smudge sticks. I have used smudge sticks of sage in the past to clear the air: lighting it I slowly and prayfully take it around the house and the corners of the rooms to refresh the stale air both literally and spiritually.
And I recently did it when I had uneasy exchange with a stranger who was in my home to clean my couch. For me, it is a reset button of the energies in the home; making space for the good vibes I want to be surrounding my family.
I am not Native American and I understand I am not necessarily using smudge-sticks not a Native American term in the original way.
Using the spirit of the tradition I must say here that I AM appropriating it for my use and do not claim to be adhering strictly to any historical cultural rituals.
I mean not to offend and do believe strongly we all have a lot to learn from other cultures and spiritual practices. Being a Christian, I find that smudging my home โas well as meditating and celebrating new and full moons, among other non-Christian practicesโ has led me to a much deeper love of the God I serve of the world He created and all that is in it, as well as a deeper respect for the mysteriousness of the spiritual and mystical realm.
