The Making of an Essence

The first time I ever made an essence was during my Vibrational Medicine subject for my Energetic Healing diploma, back in the early 2000s.

I still remember it.
Off track in the bush, sitting with a Pink Grevillea.
Once the process began, everything changed. Cockatoos suddenly circled above us, squawking, bees buzzed in tight spirals, the whole landscape felt electric, alive.
There’s something that happens when you create an essence. The environment becomes part of the process. The energy starts to respond to what you’re doing.

It’s not just placing part of a plant into a bowl of water under the sun.
It’s a dialogue, between you, the plant, the land, and the energy that begins to move when you ask a plant to speak.

Recently, I felt that same call again, this time from the Sage growing in my backyard.

I’ve grown herbs on and off over the years, but this Sage had been booming. I hadn’t done much, barely watered it.
Yet it was lush, healthy, quietly persistent.
Something in it was asking to be worked with, but I wasn’t sure how.

I don’t cook much with Sage, and I already make room sprays and spiritual cleansing products.
So I waited, observed.
And then it came: I needed to create an essence.

The plant wasn’t flowering, which meant this wouldn’t be a traditional flower essence.
That didn’t matter.
There’s a belief that the flower is the highest vibrational expression of a plant, and that’s often true. But in herbs, the power doesn’t only sit in the flower. The leaf, the root, the form, they hold just as much medicine.

Sage’s velvet leaves carry something ancient and grounding.
They’re soft to the touch, but solid, tactile, present.

I asked the plant which leaves wanted to be used.
Three presented themselves: a new bud, a mid-growth leaf, and a mature leaf.
Each one representing stages of growth, awareness, and evolution.

Then a half-wilted leaf dropped into the bowl on its own.
That, to me, was the completion, the full cycle.
Death and release, holding the medicine of the end.

I sat with the essence. At first, I felt impatient, restless.
I caught myself wanting to rush it, get it done.

And then, a ladybug landed on my hand.

She stayed a while, moved around me.
Landed on the chair, the wheelbarrow, came back again.
Her energy was gentle, magical, and seemed to be saying, “Wait. Be with it.”

Then came the bee.

It swooped at me, again and again, fiercely protecting its space.
It felt like a mother defending her young.
That’s when it landed for me, Sage is protection.
Sacred boundaries. Holding space. Keeping what matters safe.

A moment later, my son came home and stepped into the backyard.
He paused, observed what I was doing, quietly respected the process.
It felt like another message from the plant,
Sage is also home.
A safe return.
A place where others can arrive and be held in a noisy world.

As that awareness settled, the chainsaw I’d been hearing in the distance, which had been running for most of the afternoon, suddenly stopped.
Everything softened.

It was then that I sensed her, the Plant Diva.
She appeared between the stems, unmistakably present.

I asked her, “How can this essence help others?”

Her message was clear.

"You see, you’re all so busy that you’ve forgotten your wisdom.
The fear of getting it wrong has made you rely on others’ opinions and "expertise," and in doing so, you’ve quietened, maybe even killed, the Sage within you.

The joy of nature.
The joy of your connection to the inner and outer realms.
Right now, these realms are mismatched. Out of rhythm with each other.

We are not asking you to become traditional or old-worldly.
We are asking you to slow down.
To find a pace that allows you to connect to the deeper aspects of your knowing.
To remember.
To trust.

To tap into the Wise One.
The Witch.
The Sage.

This is where patience is born.
This is where you trust your inner guidance.
Where you find the strength and courage to leave behind what is superficial, inauthentic, or broken.

You listen to your wisdom.
You hear the grandmothers, the great-grandmothers, the elders; 
whispering on the wind their old wisdoms and wealth of knowledge.

They protect you.
They open the doors of insight.
They guide you to your Crone, your inner Sage, waiting to rise."

This is what I love most about essence creation.
It’s not a formula. Not a product on a shelf.
It’s a co-creation.
A relationship.
A living imprint of connection, land, plant, spirit, and human experience.

The Sage Essence is now complete.
Available as a dose bottle and soon to be part of a new room spray, one that carries the frequency of protection, sacred space, and the quiet wisdom that says, “You are safe to return to yourself.”

If you feel called to work with it, you can find it in the shop.

Renee x