The scent of the sweetgrass still lingers, even after more than two years of having the braid. Its twisted strands in three bunches of about twelve blades each are stiff and hard, yet rough and smooth at the same time.
The first time I saw someone use sweetgrass in a ceremony, I was told it was for a cleansing process and a symbolic spiritual ritual. It’s usually mixed with sage and some other substance, used to help invoke a sense of spirituality with the Cree and other Aborignal peoples.
Not being of that ilk, at first it was very foreign to me. However, if I was to participate in the sweat lodge I was expected to envelop the smoke from the sweetgrass mixture and pause to think about something.
I didn’t know what, but I took my hands and pulled the smoke towards me and caused it to swirl around my face and my head, over my shoulders and who knows where behind me.
It didn’t hurt.
The fragrance was unique, one I’d never before smelled.
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David, I am enjoying reading all your 'writings'. I am happy to see you are giving it your best shot, as they say. They are terrific and I'm proud of you for putting yourself out there. Thanks for doing what you do well. Vicki
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