sage

Kazumi Tsuji, a shop owner in Little Tokyo, walked around her business and surrounding buildings with a handful of burning sage.

She explained how the organization is working to restore this pasture to its pre-ranching glory, reestablishing oak woodlands and coastal sage scrub habitats.

The trail is short but steep, and it smells of sage.

Stepping away into the L.A. mountains, you’ll be greeted with a sound bath from crickets and birds as the smell of pine, sage and bay laurel fills your nostrils.

I remind myself of this sage corrective, because like playwright Keiko Green, author of the new comedy “You Are Cordially Invited to the End of the World!”