Smudging is not just for the woo.
‘Cause if my mom can smudge, you can too!
My mother is most emphatically not woo-woo. She’s not even woo-curious.
(At least that’s what she wants me to believe, but I remember her sitting on the edge of my bed when I was a half-asleep twelve-year-old and asking me to guess which color she was thinking of. I must have failed abysmally, moving Mom forever to the non-woo end of the spectrum!)
Yet despite Mom’s more mainstream thinking, when her house was on the market (sitting, unmoving on the market) she asked me if there was some ceremony she could do to move things along.
When I showed up with a bundle of sage, sweet grass, an abalone shell, and a lighter, she welcomed the woo (“I just want to sell it, I do!”).
We lit the sage to smudge and joyfully paraded around the house, letting the smoke drift into the corners.
We carefully cleared doorways and windows, all the while thanking the house for many years of happiness and releasing it to its next owner.
We then smudged my mom and with this sage cleansing she released her anxiety and fear around selling her home.
When our souls felt quiet and still, we lit the sweet grass. I had my mom open the front door and call in the energy of the people she wanted to buy the house.
I instructed her to get granular so she pictured a couple in their 40s with kids who drove small cars that would fit in the garage. Smudge Ceremony concluded, we closed the door and headed to the kitchen for tea.
The door bell rang.
We both froze, staring at each other.
“Go on,” I encouraged.
Mom opened the door to find a huge bouquet of flowers sitting on the stoop. The note was from my sister, thanking my mom for some event I’ve long since forgotten. My sister is forty something with kids.
Mom and I laughed hysterically and headed to the kitchen for tea.
After months of anxiety, Mom finally relaxed. Even if the smudge ritual did nothing for the real estate process, she said, it was good for her soul.
A few hours later, I was at the vacuum repair shop when my cell phone rang. Mom was calling to say that her realtor phoned. Someone who had seen the house already was requesting a return visit.
This was not the person who ultimately bought my parents’ home. But from the day of the smudging on, the energy shifted and things started to move.
More importantly, my mom’s energy shifted. She was ready to move on and release her home of 25 years with love.Your home holds stories and energies. Love and anger, joy and regret seep into the woodwork and wallow in dark corners. Click To Tweet
Just like your body, your home needs a chance to breathe and release its toxins, both physical and spiritual.
A sage cleansing is just that and so is an important piece of my spring cleaning.
I open the doors and windows, bang a pot or shake a rattle, stir up the energy and give it a good smudge.
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