I am a reformed smoker. I loved smoking, everything about smoking. From the moment you tapped the pack to eject a cigarette, the motion of bringing it to my lips, the strike of a match or the click of a lighter, the deep inhalation of the first hit of smoke and nicotine. Everything slowed down for a moment and then I would watch the curl of the blue smoke from the cigarette and the releasing puff from my lungs. I gave up the habit because the prices just kept going up. It's been many years and I no longer miss them, but every so often, not all the time, when I pass through a cloud of cigarette smoke, I am not offended, I am reminded.
The Peace Pipe was smoked and passed for just the same thing; to stop, take a moment of contemplation.
NATIVE SPIRIT Oracle Cards - Denise Linn