Wild Sage Picking On The Road
Another roadtrip begins… After each one you limp home and swear that you will never again pack the car full to the roof and venture out across the country. And yet, we do it again.
This one is a quick 12 hour and 2 day affair followed by a flight south and then a week on the road. As we ventured into into the dry regions of BC, I couldn’t help but make a pit stop. I wanted sage for smudging and I was determined to find it.
The fist step was to train my spotter. After some intensive googling, my husband was prepped and watching the side of the highway for the distinctive grey green of the sage. Finally the evergreens turned to bare hills with grass and brush and the sage was in the air. This sounds terribly poetic but you can actually smell it pretty strongly as soon as you get out of the car.
We pulled off the road at an empty lot advertising renters needed and busted out the tiny scissors and reuseable shopping bag. Slightly worried that I would get caught (picking weeds I guess…), I gathered up some fabulous looking sage and filled my bag. I then threw it into the back of the car and drove off with the smell of sage getting stronger and stronger as it heated up in the car.
Still wondering why I was picking weeds on a roadtrip? Smudging my friends. There is something ultimately satisfying about picking and drying your own sage for purification. I love the idea of working any process from start to finish and the connection to Nature is made even stronger as you stand in the sun and pick.
When we arrived at our first stop on the Gilded Sprout roadtrip (#GSroadtrip), I bundled them up to the amusement of the family and prepared to let dry before burning. Having the bundled at the beginning of the trip also means that I can talk my husband into stopping again on the way home so that I can be stocked up all winter. Always thinking…
Upside – An amazing (slightly hippie) way to gather from the wild and enhance your smudging.
Downside– The car smells like sage, the baby smells like sage and you find yourself having to explain smudging to people who clearly think that you are nuts.
What is a roadtrip without a little crazy?