Dear friends, I am back here sharing on the topics I feel are most pressing outside of the space that social media allows us to express in… this topic is increasingly close to my heart as we are asked to closely explore our relationship to the cultures we engage with at this accelerated time of global transformation.
We’ve been repeatedly asked by Native American elders to stop buying white sage; at the same time the palo santo species is also at risk, irresponsibly harvested, and the commodification of these sacred plants wreaks havoc on their environment, ecosystem, lineage and consciousness. This is information I have googled and you can too as part of our ongoing accountability practice that the times so urgently request. It matters not only for the reasons listed above but because in this moment of great growth and reckoning, where critical thinking is key, the layers of this discussion invite many fertile inquiries: what are the ethics behind what we are investing in? What is ours to practice and adopt, and how do we do so with grace and respect? What gaps in our own roots and lineage are we looking to fill – even if we have journeyed deep with other cultures and their plants, prayers, traditions – and how might we switch things up to begin? How deeply do we crave to belong? And if we don’t step up now to lean into change, then when?
For me, the answers come from deep within. We can listen and learn outside of ourselves but transformation is a personal process. It’s the same sacred invitation to self-inquire more from the bottom up, less from the top down. In this infodemic, intuitive discernment and a womb-strong stance are anchors. Sitting with the earth, the teachings, the land, we come to what’s out of alignment in our daily practice and privilege and change it from there. Day by day. On this path our altar, our communion with the sacred, is the very foundation for all that we birth and create: our native plants deserve a place there as well as gifts from other lands. Cedar is beautiful and abundant in many of our homelands. We can start there. I am also growing mugwort (the silver variety) which is beautiful to dry, bundle and burn, both are pictured after harvesting above.
Perhaps these are some of the very keys to our land and our lines that can help heal the patriarchal distortions keeping us lost in separation and otherness, as we learn to respectfully enjoy a global spiritual practice.
In love, X