There was a time I shared an apartment with a girl from the very deep south. She had a winsome personality, a really cool car and a drawl that turned a ten minute conversation into a filibuster. I liked living with her because she was hardly ever home. It was as if I had my own apartment for half the price, except for one critical issue. I was, and still am, a furniture mover. She, on the other hand, was not. A moved ash tray, upon recognition of being moved, was placed back into the original location in exactement. The invisible dotted lines on the coffee table were never revealed to me, but she saw them and was bound to their design.
For me, moving furniture is renewal. It creates an environment for cleaning, restructuring, eliminating, balancing. It makes old new. Stale fresh. Dust bunnies die. I remember, not so many years back, when I learned about Feng Shui, I was intrigued immediately. It makes sense to me. It's not just about the freshness of change. It's about the balancing act. It's requires consistent readjustments.
When a body is alive, it is soft and supple-
it is cold and rigid when it dies,
When plants are alive, they are tender and trailing-
and burnt and brittle when they're dead.
What's iron hard is what is dead, then
and what is fluid and sensuous and rippling is alive...
And that is why a huge army
with all its strength and complacency will be defeated:
Like a giant tree
axed down.
Everything hard and strong will come down,
and everything soft
shall rise, shall overcome.
Chapter 76 Tao Te Ching
2 comments:
You and my mama are so much alike! Not that surprising, I suppose.
Who do you think I learned it from? There was a time in my life when Mary was as close to a Mom to me as Mama. Maybe more so for a short time when I was very young. She taught me so many things!I think part of my brain works like hers, too, so the lesson stuck easily. Nikky does the same thing! I hope all of you are well and happy. Love you! Aunt Linda
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