It is funny how, when you need to learn/get something, it crops up in various places. It started before Andre, but he provided the articulation through his recent Feng Shui discovery. Then, the night I start to Feng Shui my room, another of my friends posts about Feng Shui-ing her room on Facebook! Since then, some concept of order, de-cluttering, blocking energy, and generally getting my life right has presented itself to me.
Okay I get it... Tonight, I commenced my bedroom Feng Shui. The other day, was focused on rearranging (something I do every 3 or 4 months anyway, but this time with purpose). Today, I began purging. I didn't finish, but my goal is to be done by the time I leave for Spring Break and Philadelphia this weekend.
Last weekend, I had a strong desire to write, but I was crippled by writer's block.
The beginning stages of purging my physical space, tonight, inspired me (I guess there is a little something to this after all...). Here is the first draft of that piece.
FENG SHUI
Obstruction is the destruction of the soul
And order is the living water that resurrects us
For God is not found in chaos.
I used to believe that the method was in the madness
And with gladness I accepted that creativity was only birthed in chaos
It was the ethos of my poetic soul and I only united paper with pen
When my emotions within could stay bottled up no longer
And the stronger they were, the wetter my parchment with black tears
Swirling, looping, and crossing furiously across a sea of white
I would write because I had to.
My mind had become so cluttered
And, I, a sluggard in true artistry
And the parts of me that longed to break free were buried
Under the mess of wounds and things I had longed for
That belonged more to the past than in the present wasted effort
On those weathered dreams of old blocking the energy
That was longing to burst free through these fingertips
And spoken on these lips.
So, I began to clean house
With fervor I ousted anything that didn’t belong in my sacred space
In unabated haste I powered on until every piece of clutter
Had utterly disappeared, and I felt all I feared slip away
Into the grayness that connects light with darkness
And the starkness of the contrast brought something with it
The present of creativity unhindered
Surrendered to the liberty of a clear mind
Giving me time to find my voice
And to have a choice about how it’s heard
So now, every word I carefully craft
Realizing that
The method is not in the madness
So, with gladness I accept that creativity is not only birthed in chaos
I have a new ethos that allows me to move closer toward authenticity
Toward the simple complexity that exist in me
To etch these words onto these sheets
Freely and without abandon.
