As some of you had gathered from this seemingly unassuming post on baseboards, the last handful of weeks for this little family has seen some rocky patches. We don’t tend to air our grievances here on the blog (unless it’s the ups and downs of DIY), simply because we see this virtual home of ours as a happy place. Yes, we’ve been known to get off topic and freely share the insurmountable stresses involved with living in a dust bowl for months (and months), but the reason we come back here week after week (and year after year!) is probably for the same reasons you do – to share how this home is, and will constantly be, unfolding. To be inspired by you, have conversations with you, and as we often do, ask you to chime in with your ideas and help us cultivate the swirling thoughts in our heads.
Lately, it felt as though Scott and I had been handed over a big bowl of lemons, so to speak, and that bowl was getting bigger and bigger and bigger. (If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.) We were starting to get crabby with each other (which is just a terrible feeling), and our normal DIY-tasks for the weeknights and ends felt like mountains we didn’t want to climb. It wasn’t that we were angry to be installing baseboards, no, but a cloud had settled over us and things were feeling… foggy? Despite our best attempts to calmly talk to each other, our recent bout of stressors created hasty judgement and irrational thinking. We were having trouble seeing through the haze, and one day last week, we hit our breaking point.
We said, this has got to stop. We no longer wanted to be upset doing the things that we love to do! We hated that we were being so short with each other! We were tired of feeling exhausted by the idea of projects X, Y and Z – projects we would normally be thrilled to do. It wasn’t our to-do lists making us mad; it wasn’t even this never ending winter. A small dinner gathering with friends had us realizing that hey, listen up! It was up to us to turn those frowns upside down. It’s us – and only us – that can control how we respond during these times that aren’t complete sunshine. So, we did two things.
For starters, we accepted that we were ready to get back to our old selves. (Do you know how hard that is when you’re feeling so down?) And second, we tried something that I had been curious about for years (after first seeing Kathleen do the same). We burned sage.
Sage is known to cleanse, purify and bless, and in practice, it’s commonly done inside a home. (We are by no means experts, and we have the utmost respect for those that are.) This isn’t something we’d typically do, but the negative energy in our home had to go, and to be quite honest, we were feeling that we had been hitting nothing but dead ends. We were open to try something new. We not only needed to clear our minds and give ourselves a mental fresh start, but we no longer wanted this house to be a trigger for our underlying stress – especially when it was never this house’s fault in the first place. And so, we burned sage. After the initial lighting, we blew out the flame and allowed it to smolder, carrying it throughout the house. We held it up to doorways and corners of the rooms, and yes, we even held it up to us and our pets. We said, good riddance, bad vibes!
It has been cathartic in a way that we never thought possible, and whether or not the effects are placebo-esque or tried and true practice, we feel better. Our home feels better. We did the same a few more times throughout the course of this week, and we’re ready to think clearly again; we’re ready to be our best selves. And while this is so far out of our realm of normalcy (add to that our blog-writing-comfort-zone), we’d love to know more from those of you who have banished the bad. Or, maybe, you’ve considered this cleansing, too?
PS… We picked up our white sage ‘smudge’ at Whole Foods, and there’s a good bit left for many, many cleansings.