Smudgy Dream

From Aug 27, 2009

“Brilliant!” she thinks.

While she may not be able to physically go through the motions here, it is entirely possible to visualize the motions in her head.  There was something she’d heard… a study about how the same neurons fired in her mind simply by thinking about something as they would should she have done it.   While she may not be able to cleanse the energy at work by smudging, she could certainly do it by imagining it.

She imagined a lit candle.  Red.  Glowing and flickering in front of her at her desk.  Focus.  The deep velvety wax began to loosen up near the wick, and soon it was fluid, reflecting light from the fluorescents above.  Next, she grabbed her sweet grass braid.  She held it over the flame, and the tendrils of smoke began to rise from each spindley blade of grass.  Hold the grass over the flame for a few seconds, and then remove it while you pump the braid a few times in the air.  Burn, hold, pump, pump.

“For the spirits of the north, protect me.  For the spirits of the south, protect me.  For the spirits of the east, protect me.  For the spirits of the west, protect me.  For the all that is, I call for my protection from negativity.”  She chants it over and over in her head… repeat.

Then, she pulled out her imaginary smudge stick.  She held it close to her face and inhaled deeply.  The sweet sagey scent went in through her nostrils as it surrounded her being with its clearing powers.   She draws the sage over the flames, gently, slowly, from left to right and from right to left.

Smoke comes more readily with the sage.  As it swirls upwards, she says, “I cleanse this place of all of its negatively energy.  Only happy, healthful, healing energy may enter here.”

She stands and gently gyrates the stick in a small spiral motion while she turns in a circle.

The office phone rings, and she’s jolted from her daydream.

Somehow there is delight found in places outside of work.  One day, she will be free.