Somehow it just didn't happen. I'm even wondering if I'll get anything written for today. I think I'm experiencing the affects of "house cleaning".
I guess I took this week off. I had a post all ready to go for the 18th on Self Love...And then I was going to do a post on the 21st for Thanksgiving. Somehow it just didn't happen. I'm even wondering if I'll get anything written for today. I think I'm experiencing the affects of "house cleaning". That ol' Feng Shui that happens when you get rid of a lot of accumulated debris, which doesn't fit into your life anymore, or when you move the furniture, or when you redecorate, with new colors and patterns. Whenever you do that, you change the energy pattern. And since your outer environment is a reflection of your inner landscape, changing the energy pattern in your home is going to affect your own energy pattern. At the beginning of this week, I began purging the accumulation of the last ten years. You could not call me a hoarder. But somehow, I can still manage to accumulate stuff. It is partly due to sentiment, partly due to my unwillingness to throw something into the trash which could be recycled-but doesn't go into the recycling pick up, so it requires extra effort, etc. Anyway, there is something magical which happens when you release something which is associated with another time, and even sometimes another place. Especially if it has held space in a part of your home for several years. You can feel the dammed up energy breaking up and beginning to flow. You can feel that part of your home come to life. And something else happens as well. The balance shifts, and so often you may begin to experience symptoms of the change in energy. You may get sick or you may suddenly feel really great. You may get a call from a long lost friend, like I did today. You may experience a flow in other parts of your life, like with clients or abundance or creativity or love. You may suddenly see yourself or other people in a new light. I've noticed that clearing my living space of the accumulation which is no longer relevant, seems to have had the affect of creating breathing space and a flow of energy...a light to see by, as it were. I have created Space for Me. And now there is less to distract. Less to dilute. And that is a very good thing. But on the flip side, I am feeling a little edgy right now, but it's probably all part of the process. I'm still working on this project, because I only did about 12 hours this week, and it is easily a 72 hour project, because I want to get to a state of minimalism. "Things" are taking too much of my attention and I've had it with that. The whole point is, I'm taking advantage of this cleaning frenzy while it's active, because who knows when it may fizzle out and then I'll be back to not wanting to deal with any of it and that's all I have to say about that. On another note...We celebrated Thanksgiving in the US this past Thursday. I got a Turkey from the organic farm down the road where I used to work (Stokesberry Farm), and got together with my family at the home of my Mom and Dad. We did pretty good. Almost everything this year was organic/fair trade, and much of it was local. I have come to see different points of view when it comes to Thanksgiving. Last year I attended a gathering on the estuary which is now known as Capitol Lake. The Native Americans who hosted it do NOT celebrate this holiday for obvious reasons. When I was a kid, it was part of a wonderful triumvirate of holidays and was celebrated with generations of family. I still remember the holiday gatherings with Grand Parents, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins and my own immediate family. But as more of us grew up and moved away, those gatherings stopped taking place, and since it was just my husband and myself, we kind of got out of the habit of observing Thanksgiving. But when my Mom miraculously survived Leukemia, I kept picturing she would be home for Thanksgiving. I don't know why, but I just kept seeing that she would be spending it at home. As the date approached it seemed unlikely, but then suddenly there we all were at my Mom and Dad's house, celebrating Thanksgiving together. So that's when Thanksgiving took on a whole new meaning for me. There really was something pretty extraordinary to be Thankful for. That was in 2004. Eight years later, we are still celebrating Thanksgiving at the home of my parents.
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