From Books to Blogs #3
(Prompt from: 3001 Questions All About Me)
The question I landed on after a random flip and a finger twirl was #2163:
“When’s the last time I held a lighter? What were the circumstances?”
At first glance, it feels ordinary—maybe even forgettable. But as I’ve learned, even the simplest questions can open a door.
The last time I held a lighter was last Wednesday morning, right before a client session. It’s part of a ritual I’ve done for years now, cleansing the space before and after each session, not just for my clients, but for myself. The act is small, but sacred.
I lit the lighter to burn White Sage, but not in the way many might picture.
I prefer not to burn sage in bundles.
Instead, I use clippings from my father’s sage plant—he brings them to me, and I dry them myself. I place them in a small ceramic dish, strike the lighter, and hold the flame just long enough to ignite the dried leaves. Then I blow it out and let the smoke take over.
With the smoke rising, I slowly wave it through the room, thinking quietly but clearly:
“I cleanse and clear this space of all negativity.”
It’s not just words—it’s intention.
It’s a resetting of energy.
A line drawn between what was and what’s about to begin.
Once the sage has done its work—clearing and releasing—I follow it with Palo Santo, allowing the soft, sweet scent to relax and ground the space.
Sage to clear.
Palo Santo to soothe.
It struck me as I held that lighter: this isn’t just a step in preparation—it’s a ceremony. A gesture of respect to the work being done. A signal to the space, to myself, and to whatever might be ready to move or heal.
But just a few days before that, I thought I was going to use the lighter for something much less ceremonial—birthday candles.
I had bought a bundt cake for my husband, lovingly placed the two candles matching his age, and was ready for the classic celebration moment. I turned to him and asked,
“Do you want them lit?”
Without hesitation, he said, “No.”
Then he proceeded to slice into the cake and eat it.
No song. No spark. Just straight to dessert.
That lighter didn’t even get a chance.
It made me laugh then—and again now—as I reflect on how differently we use, or choose not to use, the same simple object. One moment it’s part of a deeply spiritual practice. Another, it’s casually bypassed in favor of cake.
So yes, the question was about a lighter.
But it could have easily asked:
“When was the last time you lit intention on fire?”
“When did you last transform a space—or a moment—with the simplest of tools?”
And now I’m wondering:
When was the last time you held a lighter?
Was it for a ritual, a celebration, or something in between?
Because even the ordinary can carry meaning—when we pause long enough to notice.
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