隨時歸零，隨時開始
覺得煩躁或者疲憊的時候，我們總覺得有甚麼一直罩住自己，提不起勁，甚麼都想等狀態好一點再說。
白鼠尾草的香氣平時在空氣中感受不到，而是收在葉子裡。葉面那一層看似銀白的光澤，走近看，其實是密密的細毛。細毛底下連著油腺，香氣全部就存放在裡面。它生長在南加州的乾坡上，即便你剛好經過，也未必聞得到這份氣息。
但只要你用指尖在葉上輕輕一抹，油腺破開，香氣就會出來。抹一次，出一次；手一停，香氣又收回去，等下一次。它從來不挑時候。
這份氣味乾燥而清冽。前段有一點像剛捏開的尤加利葉，涼得十分乾淨；底下墊著曬透的乾草氣息，還有一絲淡淡的樟木香。收結俐落，沒有半點甜。
其實，那條重新開始的線，一直都在你手裡。
甚麼時候開始，由你自己決定。就像白鼠尾草的葉子還在那裡，毛底下的油腺也一直是滿的。只要手指一動，香氣就又出來。
願你在這股清冽乾淨的氣息裡明白，你隨時可以開始，隨時可以為過去的人與事劃一條新界線。
以香為語，安在當下。
𝘽𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩.
Wipe the slate clean.
When we are on edge, or simply worn out, it can feel as though something has settled over us and nothing will lift. Everything gets put off until we are in better form.
The scent of white sage is not something you meet in the open air; it is kept inside the leaf. That silver-white sheen on the surface, seen close up, turns out to be a dense covering of fine hairs, and beneath them sit the oil glands, where the whole of the scent is stored. It grows on the dry slopes of southern California, and you might walk right past a stand of it and catch nothing at all.
Run a fingertip lightly across a leaf, though, and the glands break and the scent comes. Once for each pass; stop your hand and it draws back in, waiting for the next. It has never been particular about the timing.
Dry and keen. It opens with something of a eucalyptus leaf just crushed, a coolness that is very clean, resting on sun-baked hay and a faint thread of camphor wood. It closes neatly, without a trace of sweetness.
The line where things begin again has been in your hands all along.
When you begin is for you to decide. The leaves are still there, the glands beneath the hairs still full, and a finger moves and the scent comes once more.
May this clean, keen scent leave you with this: you can begin at any time, and you can draw a fresh line under the people and the things that are behind you.
Grounded in the present, spoken through scent.
𝘽𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩.