My roommate doesn't have a keen sense of smell. It's the strangest thing. He can't smell the sweet things in life, like vanilla or flowers or fresh cut grass. But there's an upside. He can't smell the stench from the kitchen trash. He can't smell previous Hunny-markings on the livingroom rug. And he can't smell his own cologne.
This morning he couldn't smell the piles of sage he left burning in his bathroom. This I can understand. However, I don't understand how he couldn't see the thick smoke filling our apartment. I can hardly speak right now from smoke inhalation. He had fallen asleep with sage burning. Time to check the smoke detectors.
It took me three hard knocks on his bedroom door and a few loud calls to wake him up. It took another three explanations urging him to rush to his bathroom and extinguish the burning sage.
His bedroom is on the opposite side of the apartment. His bathroom window can't be viewed from inside the building. But I could smell the sage from my bathroom window. That means it made its way to the outside of the apartment - and back in again!
The lame thing about this is, he doesn't even have a reason to burn sage. He's not clearing the energy. He's not chanting or saying prayers. He just likes the smell. And since we've already established his sense of smell, that also means sage has to be burning like wildfire for him to get a good whiff of it. But again, how could he not see the smoke?
Now I know why I woke up feeling so groggy and 'heady'. Aside from the splitting headache I went to bed with last night, today my throat is dry and scratchy. And the stale-smoke smell is still in my nose - even after a hot shower! But at least I don't have to sing today. And I sound a teeny-tiny bit like Demi Moore. Oh sure, there's always a silver lining.