I love burning things. Absolutely love it. Now, let me explain.
By “things” I’m talking about incense sticks, candles, and sage smudging sticks. The other night I noticed I was feeling a little down. I looked around my room and realized it had become a little bit cluttered. The room felt stagnant and devoid of open, breathable air. I got up, opened my window, grabbed a box from the basement, packed away a few things, cleaned (vacuumed, dusted, etc) then decided to light a sage stick so that I could smudge my room. For those of you who aren’t familiar with “smudging” it is the act of using a bundle of sage (sometimes mixed with other things like cedar, sandalwood, lemon grass, etc.) in order to run off any negative energy in the room. You light it on fire, then blow it out allowing the smoke to fill the room. I use a leather bound group of feathers to “sweep” the smoke around the room. The smoke will cling to, and remove, any unwanted energy. You are literally smoking out the bad vibes. This may be all in my head, and it may not do a single thing except fill your room with a small amount of smoke, but it works for me.
I’m obsessed with Native American medicine, healing rituals, crystals, chakras, etc. so any chance I get to learn something about any of these things I’m all over it! Smudging makes me happy, crystal healing/protection, makes me happy, learning about alternative medicine makes me happy. All these things are things that I enjoy doing and learning about and they bring me some form of happiness. So why not light a stick of sage and walk around my room, waving the smoke with a feather? I discovered a year or so ago that I’m an Empath. I pick up on the energy of others, whether good or bad, and that energy will affect my own. Yes, for those of you who don’t understand or follow any of this you will probably stop reading my blog at this point. You probably think I’m nuts, and that’s okay. You’re entitled to your opinion 😉 I first realized that I’m an empathic person when I had to attend a funeral. Upon walking in I immediately felt the sadness, my chest became heavy, my lungs tightened, I was very uncomfortable and for the rest of the day I was extremely depressed. After the funeral I went home and went straight to bed. I was exhausted. I didn’t even really know the person who had passed, but the sad and negative energy that I picked up had literally saddened my heart and it truly affected the rest of my day. The next day I woke up and decided to do something about it. I smudged my room (and myself), drank some coffee, cleaned, played some upbeat music, and meditated. I told myself it’s okay to feel for the family and their loss, but there’s nothing I can do about it so I have to allow those feelings to pass. And they did. A few years ago the task of attending a funeral could’ve sent me into a deep depression for a few weeks, but the fact that I now know how to handle it means I can be there to comfort others in their time of need without allowing their energy to attack my own.
I’m sure some of you think I’m nuts, but I challenge you next time you’re feeling down to open a window, play some music, pray or meditate, smile, watch a funny movie, get moving/exercise, clean, and allow all the negative energy that’s getting you down to move on. Don’t let it stay there because the longer you do, the harder it will be to get rid of. Have a wonderful day!