Drop the sage

Life gets a lot easier when you realise there is less to do than you think.

I can’t keep track of the amount of times I’ve witnessed someone running around a dance floor or an event with a stick of sage or palo santo that feels grossly misaligned.

Purging can be hard.

Watching someone purge can be harder.

There’s a cosmic joke going on about what feels good going in, can be so difficult coming out.

It doesn’t mean we stop letting go. Or, that there’s anything inherently shameful with letting go.

Of course there’s subtleties. Sometimes, there are points where enough is enough. A gentle hand. A strong presence.

But for the most part, let the person purging - purge. Don’t stop them, don’t intervene. For god sake, don’t go waving smoke in their face.

They are okay. They are capable.

Often there are people holding space. Let them.

But put the sage down. Back away. They know they are purging. They are purging the damn thing.

Let them ask for help.

Of course, smudge when appropriate. Smuge the space. Smudge people when entering a venue. Smudge when someone has FINISHED their purge. Smudge in the completely other direction.

Perhaps, when reaching for the sage for someone else - consider what is coming up in you. Can you bear witness? Does it concern you? What is the thought pre-empting the movement? Is there more thought required?

Tread carefully.

Remain curious.