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sage burnings

I recently went through an awful time, a break-up with someone I was in love with. It took working through a lot of anger and hurt. But it was necessary, and I later gained the higher maturity to see it. He could not change and stay with me. Then today came my sage bundles.

I had arranged for both sage and sage/eucalyptus bundles for the burning, and I began to clean almost immediately. Now, this was my first time doing this, and I did not feel like I knew what I was doing. This was exacerbated by my trying to light the eucalyptus first, which did not catch the fire and sustain very well. We moved to the pure sage. Much better luck. I went through the whole household. Each and every room, smoked clean.

When I tell you that I felt cleaner and lighter after, it is no mere joke. Emotionally and mentally I found myself lighter.

Sage isn't some empty spiritual metaphor, bound to meaningless old tradition. Science backs what age-old cultures and practices already knew. It has serious anti-bacterial and anti-viral properties, and actively cleans the bacteria in the air, eliminating harmful airborne bacteria by up to 94%. It's bug/pest repellent, calms the nervous system, and benefits mental health. I'm not sure how, but it aides in better sleep.

I certainly feel the benefits tonight. I'll enjoy waking up tomorrow knowing I have sage bundles in my room now.

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"Einstein had observed motion and learned that space and time are relative; Sissy had committed herself to motion and learned that one could alter reality by one's perception of it - and it was that discovery, perhaps no less than Einstein's, that finally allowed her to smile away humiliation just as a short while earlier she had smiled away fatigue. The taxi, having no free will, rolled downtown."

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Tom Robbins

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"The author frankly doesn't know. The author isn't altogether certain that there isn't any such thing as exaggeration. Our brains permit us to utilize such a wee fraction of their resources that, in a sense, everything we experience is a reduction. We employ drugs, yogic techniques and poetics- and a thousand more clumsy methods- in an effort just to bring things back up to normal."

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Tom Robbins

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Ahab gasped for breath. Starbuck held him. He said, "Oh, Ahab. It's not too late to go back. Leave the white whale alone."

"No!" cried Ahab. "After him. Or he'll destroy us!"

"Sir," Starbuck pleaded. "Moby Dick does not seek you. It's you, you who madly seek him. The whale is not the monster. The monster is inside you. Let go before it pulls you down forever."

~ Moby Dick ~

oh, i thought, i am ahab. i am ahab. i’ve been seeking white whales filled with unholy vengeance. but my book doesn’t have to end the way this did. i can go back before i’m destroyed.

i can go back before i’m destroyed.

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“So sissy lived in Richmond, Virginia, in the Eisenhower Years, so called as if the passing seasons, with their eggs hatching and rivers rising, cakes baking, and stars turning, their legs dancing and hearts melting, their lamas levitating, and poets doing likewise, their cheerleaders getting laid at drive-in picture shows and old men dying in rooms over furniture stores, as if they, the passing seasons, could be branded by a mere president; as if time itself could toddle out of Kansas and Westpoint, popularize a military jacket and seek election to Eternity on the Republican Ticket.”

“Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” by Tom Robbins.