sage

saging. healing. i've been a little obsessed with healing recently. i feel that i have some necessary healing that needs to occur within my being. just this morning i ran into the architect at the farmer's market. there was another man there who was upset about the domination of our government. i explained i have traveled to over 26 countries and nearly all of the countries i visited i was hit up for a visa to my homeland. i was trying to make a point. be grateful you were born here. maximize from the bounty we are given. the freedom. i think he understood. the three of us were talking about how all human beings are equal. it was nice to be in agreement. then somebody came over to buy sage from the architect and we exited. but, the architect said i wasn't being tested. i know this is off of the subject. but, it got me thinking. maybe some of my old belief systems were inside of my mind, simmering like a pot of stew. maybe i still believe i am being tested. isn't that silly? why test? ya know? i really do believe in the love and healing and positive nature of the universe. there are many sides, but, i really wish i could have talked to that architect more about the testing. he said we had serendipity. i agreed. it was an interesting conversation. my companion and i had met him earlier. probably a good eight months ago. the architect said he asks the land before he builds on it. sometimes it says no. i told him about this book i'm reading called, "the spell of the sensuous" by david abram. the book is amazing and i'm only on page 26. so far the author writes about his experiences as a magician traveling the world. he uses sleight of hand to interact with natives. then, he talks about shamans he has met who interact with mother nature. it's absolutely mind-blowing. it keeps me intact with the mysticisim of this life. my companion and i live in a metropolitan area. it's crazy crowded here. but, there can still be mysticism. granted, it's harder to tap into then say, when swimming in the ocean. but, where there is truth and love there is mysticism. i honestly believe that all things are sacred. i really, honestly, do. i want to chisel down our possessions. i want less. but, ironically, or maybe i contradict myself...i want to own a home. i got an e-mail from a fellow world traveller one day. he said that we never really own land. he's british. i found that interesting. why do i want to stake a claim so badly? we are renters. there is a book out there called "renters" i'd like to read. i wonder if it's time for me to get grown up again and type in capital letters. Maybe it's a little lazy to only write in little letters. That is something I started to do with the growth of the Internet. I think it somehow reflects that.
I'd like to return to the subject of sage. I have sage in the kitchen drawer. I burned it when we leased our home to our in-law's for a month. They were visiting from overseas and long story very short...they desperately needed a cheap place to stay. But, the home was different after their family had been living here for a month. It smelled differently and it had a different rhythm. It was a bizarre and difficult time. I wonder if I had to do it over again what I would do. I think my companion and I did a great job. But, I was pregnant and moody and it was difficult. Now, about this smudging. I have heard that Native Americans use it to rid an environment of mal spirits. I've also heard that Native Americans believe that alcohol calls in mal spirits. I find this absolutely fascinating. I want to learn more about this. I want to learn more about things I DON'T know about. That's what I like most about being me. I like the unknown.