Dear Curiosity Journal,
There is a sense of the ceremonial as I kneel near the sage with the woody eucalyptus undertones permeating the atmosphere. A sweet and earthy resin gradually collects on my fingertips as I cut and bundle, and I think about it soaking into my skin, permeating my cells as well, merging plant, person, and planet. I’m drying bunches, which I’ll wrap into smudge sticks or boil with other herbs near the ofrenda for the upcoming Día de Muertos celebration. I love this time of year; harvesting for the big day, helping with Mexican folk art projects, watching the marigolds steal the show on the landscape, discussing delicious menus, and daily text messages with my team. The excitement is building. It’s “Día” time.