I was in a new age store looking over at the feathers being sold. I contemplated buying one as I thought a feather would add to my smudging ceremony that I do often for myself and clients. Smudging is a Native American blessing ritual to help cleanse one’s aura from negative gunk. There are many contradictory theories and traditional ideas on how to do smudging properly. Some traditional people believe that those not from the culture it came from do not have the right to smudge as they will ruin the heart of such a beautiful ceremony.
I believe in the power of blessing, which is just as important. I believe the smoke of white sage will heal me and others because I have put my intention into it. People may say the power of intention is nothing really, but what about the power of placebo pills that heal?
So I smudge.
I knew a feather would help move the smoke as well as bring more of a spiritual connection when smudged. A store bought feather did not feel right to me as it felt forced. I wanted a feather found in nature instead.
Later that afternoon I took my dog and boys for a walk by my house. I looked down at a patch of grass and there was a crow’s wing. Most of the body had been eaten, or taken some where else. At first I thought, “EW!” I instinctively grabbed a doggy bag and wrapped it around the wing, then continued on the walk. As I walked I wondered about the bird and the strangeness of finding a wing on the sidewalk.
A bubbling laugh came up as I remembered my request to spirit ( universe) to have a feather. I was gifted a wing instead.
A week later I was at the beach with my boys and there was a dead eagle among the logs. I decided not to check it out as I didn’t want the boys playing with dead animals as well as they would have noticed what I was doing.
How I dried and decorated the wing is in the post on that title.