Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Yesterday my neighbor gave me these babies . . .
. . . young nicotania, or tobacco if you prefer. She explained that the seeds were sown in a manner traditional to native intentions, rendering the harvested plant matter suitable for sacred works. I am grateful for this gift.
Today a package arrived in the mail from California. No ordinary package, this, for the fragrance and energy met me as I opened my mailbox. Fresh white sage, grown with intention, from a syster's garden to me.
Tell me I'm not blessed.