There are places in this world that exhude a strange and negative energy…places of my youth, where certain turns in the road or hollows always had an unsettling aura as if they echoed deeper vortexes of a dark or foreboding universe… oft in broad daylight. The poet in me is most sensitive to these, but the warrior in me is not.
Native American shamans used sage burning for the first known time in history. They used it in their shamanistic rituals and ceremonies. They also used to burn sage to heal, to remove negative energy.
The first meaningful group to arrive at any college football, gameday venue, is the training staff. They van in, replete with every tape, every extra pad, suture, mouthpiece, cleat, towel, jersey, jock, sock…it’s really quite a traveling medicine show.
These guys are students of the universe, uncaring of the X and O. They are suppliers of the existential, the stuff fans don’t get to see from seats at the stadium, or couches…Modern day shamans!
The warrior in me hopes they bring a whole lotta sage to burn Saturday.
