Last week, I was reading an article connecting the (then upcoming) new moon and feng shui, with the advice to do some enhancements in the part of the bagua that corresponds to 29 degrees of Cancer in your astrological birth chart. (29 degrees of Cancer was the position of this particular new moon, I suppose–I don’t really understand it.) For me, it’s right on the border between Relationships and Creativity. I said some affirmations as I cleaned a cloudy mirror and the dirty glass in a picture frame in the relationship area, as well as getting rid of clutter. The Creativity area got a little more attention. I tossed a bunch of stuff, including the dusty faux ficus tree in the corner of the bedroom, changed what was displayed on one of the nightstands and brought in 3 fresh flower blooms (3 is the number associated with that area), again with affirmations. In fact, I wrote out affirmations on nice stationery and placed them in the associated areas.
I was amazed at the effect of taking out that tree. It had become invisible to me, except when I noticed how dusty it was. I really didn’t want to go to the effort of cleaning it and I know fake plants are not great feng shui anyway, but I initially resisted tossing it simply because I didn’t know what I might put in that spot instead. But then I remembered the Creative Intention workshop Consciousness Circle Helen and I attended last month in Wimberley, where in between releasing an old pattern and inviting in a new, we took time to appreciate the emptiness created by the release. So that’s what I’m doing–appreciating the emptiness, even as I’m getting excited by what creative ideas or projects might arrive now that I’ve created room.
A floor rolling with dust bunnies bothers me far less than a desk covered with piles of clutter. Even before I heard the term “feng shui,” I intuitively knew that decluttering was a quick way to raise my energy. Now I’m actively trying to engage feng shui principles, and continue to be amazed by how many clutter sources I’ve never addressed.
It’s not just the stuff on the desk. Or closet. It’s about the half-knitted sweater stashed among the craft supplies. The unlabeled keys that open who knows what (and all those cords and adapters separated from mystery electronics probably long-since departed). The pretty shoes I’ve never worn. The apology I never offered. The drawer that won’t close. Etc. Etc.
This week, I got that drawer fixed. Likewise a door that no longer shut properly. I took a torn-but-beloved linen tunic to the tailor for repair. I sorted through that box-o-cords and tossed all the orphans. I started filling a fresh bag with things to take to Goodwill.
As for the dust bunnies, I’m getting to those.