I smudged the house with sage and mugwort. Okay, let’s say I doused the house with sage and mugwort. It needed it. The energy in here was oppressive. It’s lighter now, clearer. I’m almost buoyant. But I think I may have gone too far – because it’s so peaceful that all I want to do right now is sleep…
smudged
Published by Mari Adkins
Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood. View all posts by Mari Adkins
