Monday, March 30, 2009
I spent a good deal of time in the dream, tripping out on the flowers, wondering if as a guest I should sweep up the herbs, or if I should strew them in the room where the class was to be held.
I came to the conclusion that it was perfect, because everyone uses the bathroom and therefore, gets the purifying and healing medicine of the plants and also when you step on them it releases essential oils and each person carries that with them through the house creating a sort of herbal, magical weaving of scent and magic.
It wasn't until I began writing this that I am reminded of the obvious connection that I too, have a room with dried lavender strewn upon the floor. Our guest room aka the room always in transition, began with a vintage dresser purchased from a divey used furniture shop that needed a little purification. I bought it in the fall when it was time to cut back the lavender and I put big bunches into each drawer.
When the time came to put clothes into these drawers, I thought I would burn the flower stems, first because they smell divine and secondly as an offering.
I try to be thoughtful and even though it seems superstitious and old fashioned, I think offerings are very real and important. No matter if you leave flowers at the graveside of your ancestors, or money in an offering tray at church, or burning sacred (they all are) plants in the fire, each of us should find a way to take a moment every now and again to give thanks for all that we have been given.
Wow that was a tangent, so in the end I decided as an intermediary step (before the burning) that I would strew them about the floor and purify and bless the entire misused room and each time I go in to get a this-or-a-that the scent is activated and it's lovely.
just a thought.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Sure enough, Jewelie is standing behind the counter holding the tiniest beaker I’ve ever seen and mixing its contents with a look of absolute concentration. I have barely made it through the door before she beckons me over. “Smell this,” she insists and holds a mixing stick out for me to sniff as I approach the counter. I take one full cleansing breath before leaning over to experience the scent she has just created. Pulling back, I wait a moment before responding, savoring the scent the way one does when experiencing the first taste of fine wine or expensive chocolate. Once again, Jewelie has blown me away with her ability to blend seemingly opposing scents into a magical concoction. The perfume is lovely- woodsy, with hints of citrus. Jewelie waits for my response but I can’t actually say anything, I simply smile and nod my head in admiring approval.