the smell of sage freshens the air as it removes any trace of negative energy. like a fresh breeze after snow. brushing away the loose ice. warming my senses
I dont know what it means. It looks like a cool word. Do you mean like in sage brush? My DFad has seen a lot of sage brush. I have seen it to. It is a plant, if you are wondering. You see a lot of it in the dessert. Thats where my dad used to see it.
I took to the cover off and tried to tap in a little, but a large amount fell into the soup instead. Sage is a wonderful herb, but can be overpowering. I had a feeling that this was going to be one of those times. Next time I would shake it into my hand first.
what the heck is sage? the word age is inside of it. it sounds something like… something that has to do with a princess and royalty.. this is probably all wrong. i wish i knew what sage meant so i could actually write about it. who says you need to know what something is in order to write about it? do we even know the things we write about? i mean if someone told you to write about yourself, you could do it.. without actually knowing yourself, right?
So this one time, I saw the word “sage,” and I was like oh no! should I write about plants and spices and stuff, or should I write about a wise person from the days of robes and princesses and stuff! But then, I realized princesses were way cooler than plants. So. Once upon a time, there was a beautifull princess. And she liked sage.
sage. it means “Well behaved or wise” in french. I wish I was either of those things. I can only hope that God will help me find his way because he has blessed me with so much and i only live to serve him.
oh, it’s still sage, i thought i’d get a different word, now i’m sad and dissappointed…. the holiday season only ever brings sadness and regret, oh how i’m wasting theses sixty seconds…. i could be doing something meaningful.. but i’m not, i’m wasting my life……again.
there onece was a wise sage that ate cake all day and nver had any friends. he then decidded to share his cake with a village and to have everyone over to eat cake, but he was very jealous and angry for a sage, so he killed everyone that was eating his cake, and then make an igloo with their bones.
They say you should burn sage to cleanse your house. i always think of that when people move. maybe it’s leftover from my obsession with pagan religions, but the heavy, white smoke of sage always seemed pure and kind of scary to me. Scary enough to chase away any bad feelings leftover from previous owners.
I remember cooking with my mom as a kid.
Her hands smelling like basil, parsley…but my favorite was sage.
It was always bitter, so so so bitter…but I loved it.
For some reason that’s stuck with me.
Even now, laying flowers by her grave, I can still remember the smell of sage on my hands, on her hands, when we cooked.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
H i dont know. sage, like the seasoning? uhm. food. yum food i like food. fooooooood is good. today i went to the mongolian grill by my school. SO GOOd. goooooood food.
isnt a sage something about medieval times?? i definietly though it was something like that
Wisdom. Words of thoughtful, carefully spoken from years of silence, contemplation. I secretly sought sacrifice sinister seeking speeche. Again a airport ate away an air. Give great
My friends mom had a sage candle.It reminds me of when I was younger in her house, we would get ready to go out and sneak out.That was a part of my youth-running away from the safe, sage-smelling home into wreckless “fun” .
wise. old. dumbledore. time. it all comes together with time. i dont really have a sage in my life who can offer me wisdom from his trials and tribulations and i wish i had my own dumbledore
You people are not being sage at all. Whatsoever. Dear, how many times have your accounts been “mysteriously” hacked into? Did I not confess to you? And yet, you still talk about me.
I wonder if I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine.
Parsley sage, rosemarie and thyme. Simon and Garfunkel are the gods of “oldies” music, with the countless hits that remain popular today. Live On, Simon, Live On, Garfunkel.
Green? Sage makes me think first of food, then cooking, which relates back to my mom. I don’t know if she’s ever used sage before, and if she has, I’m not aware of it, but it also makes me think of old or historical novels. The word sage just seems like an old-school word. It’s an interesting word, not quite what I’d expect when I look at it.
a pinch of sage, added to the recipe. the bread bakes in the warm oven. the aroma of sage fulfills the air as the oven door is opened, the oven mits take the pan out, the bread is consumed through the cold winter evening.
this is a beautiful type of herb. there are songs about it…though other herbs are talk about to sage brings happiness to those who think before they eat rosemary. when i was young i though sage was a type of
there was a sage feeling about in the room it might have been from all the village elders gathering oh how come the world can’t realize that it is just one big disorganized village
The castle was under seige. The magician created a fireball and catapulted it into the castle. It burned with great light under the night sky, and the screams filled the air like bright stars in your eyes. The ground was cold against your skin.
the smell of sage freshens the air as it removes any trace of negative energy. like a fresh breeze after snow. brushing away the loose ice. warming my senses
J’
I dont know what it means. It looks like a cool word. Do you mean like in sage brush? My DFad has seen a lot of sage brush. I have seen it to. It is a plant, if you are wondering. You see a lot of it in the dessert. Thats where my dad used to see it.
Rosemary, sage, and thyme. the little girl sang to the heavens above bringing down angels and saving demons alike. Rosemary, Sage, and Thyme.
I took to the cover off and tried to tap in a little, but a large amount fell into the soup instead. Sage is a wonderful herb, but can be overpowering. I had a feeling that this was going to be one of those times. Next time I would shake it into my hand first.
what the heck is sage? the word age is inside of it. it sounds something like… something that has to do with a princess and royalty.. this is probably all wrong. i wish i knew what sage meant so i could actually write about it. who says you need to know what something is in order to write about it? do we even know the things we write about? i mean if someone told you to write about yourself, you could do it.. without actually knowing yourself, right?
So this one time, I saw the word “sage,” and I was like oh no! should I write about plants and spices and stuff, or should I write about a wise person from the days of robes and princesses and stuff! But then, I realized princesses were way cooler than plants. So. Once upon a time, there was a beautifull princess. And she liked sage.
sage. it means “Well behaved or wise” in french. I wish I was either of those things. I can only hope that God will help me find his way because he has blessed me with so much and i only live to serve him.
A sage is a thongy that does magic and
oh, it’s still sage, i thought i’d get a different word, now i’m sad and dissappointed…. the holiday season only ever brings sadness and regret, oh how i’m wasting theses sixty seconds…. i could be doing something meaningful.. but i’m not, i’m wasting my life……again.
i don;’t know what that means. i wish i did
there onece was a wise sage that ate cake all day and nver had any friends. he then decidded to share his cake with a village and to have everyone over to eat cake, but he was very jealous and angry for a sage, so he killed everyone that was eating his cake, and then make an igloo with their bones.
They say you should burn sage to cleanse your house. i always think of that when people move. maybe it’s leftover from my obsession with pagan religions, but the heavy, white smoke of sage always seemed pure and kind of scary to me. Scary enough to chase away any bad feelings leftover from previous owners.
I remember cooking with my mom as a kid.
Her hands smelling like basil, parsley…but my favorite was sage.
It was always bitter, so so so bitter…but I loved it.
For some reason that’s stuck with me.
Even now, laying flowers by her grave, I can still remember the smell of sage on my hands, on her hands, when we cooked.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
H i dont know. sage, like the seasoning? uhm. food. yum food i like food. fooooooood is good. today i went to the mongolian grill by my school. SO GOOd. goooooood food.
isnt a sage something about medieval times?? i definietly though it was something like that
umm isnt this like a color or sumthin??
i think its a shade of green;;
its also a spice right??
sure lets go with that…
nuthin more to write
peace
Wisdom. Words of thoughtful, carefully spoken from years of silence, contemplation. I secretly sought sacrifice sinister seeking speeche. Again a airport ate away an air. Give great
My friends mom had a sage candle.It reminds me of when I was younger in her house, we would get ready to go out and sneak out.That was a part of my youth-running away from the safe, sage-smelling home into wreckless “fun” .
Sage advice
Get wisdom!
food.
wise. old. dumbledore. time. it all comes together with time. i dont really have a sage in my life who can offer me wisdom from his trials and tribulations and i wish i had my own dumbledore
You people are not being sage at all. Whatsoever. Dear, how many times have your accounts been “mysteriously” hacked into? Did I not confess to you? And yet, you still talk about me.
I wonder if I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine.
turning the page was one move
meant only to read the word
that followed
the word..woven
and soft like the stories
wrapped in grandma’s green
blanket
Though many may try to act sage concerning events in their lives, in reality, they likely know nothing and are simply acting to impress others.
mhm… wordless.
Parsley sage, rosemarie and thyme. Simon and Garfunkel are the gods of “oldies” music, with the countless hits that remain popular today. Live On, Simon, Live On, Garfunkel.
Green? Sage makes me think first of food, then cooking, which relates back to my mom. I don’t know if she’s ever used sage before, and if she has, I’m not aware of it, but it also makes me think of old or historical novels. The word sage just seems like an old-school word. It’s an interesting word, not quite what I’d expect when I look at it.
a pinch of sage, added to the recipe. the bread bakes in the warm oven. the aroma of sage fulfills the air as the oven door is opened, the oven mits take the pan out, the bread is consumed through the cold winter evening.
Sage is a herb, it is also wisdom. It’s furry underneath like the whiskers on an old man’s chin; I don’t consider that to be an accident.
it is in no way sage to consider yourself one. All such self-naming comes to no good. Let the world
beautiful power flowing through the wind,ecstasy romance love forever
this is a beautiful type of herb. there are songs about it…though other herbs are talk about to sage brings happiness to those who think before they eat rosemary. when i was young i though sage was a type of
there was a sage feeling about in the room it might have been from all the village elders gathering oh how come the world can’t realize that it is just one big disorganized village
Her cashmere sweater was a beautiful sage green. Soft with light grey tones. Sage that wonderful herb. Great color for her as the gourmet cook.
used in cooking and to purify houses from evil spirits…
im picking my nose
idk
A sage
A person
High in the mountain
Alone
Like me
Left with his thoughts
Like me
Vanished from the mind
Like me
Am I
A sage?
i know nothing about about the word but it reminds me of ho-stage or something like that. 2moro’s my exam , and um wasting time. bye
The castle was under seige. The magician created a fireball and catapulted it into the castle. It burned with great light under the night sky, and the screams filled the air like bright stars in your eyes. The ground was cold against your skin.