This morning I wrote “Cleanse – ask me” on Jen’s list for today.
(Public school would do well to teach kids how to cleanse. I feel a rant coming on.)
I’m not talking about pore strips or burning sage, although I do like both. I’m talking about cleansing or purging stuff to clear up energy.
I read just enough in astrology to be both intrigued and confused about what happens when planets are retrograding or going direct or lining up or whatever it is that they do that explains the weird energies flowing through our little house. It turns out that tonight is a dark (new) moon and the perfect time to purge/cleanse/get rid of whatever needs to be gone.
The gurus say we can purge in whatever fashion we choose – bedrooms, kitchen drawers, garage shelves, digital media, books, photos, letters and *gasp* relationships.
If you know us, you also know we tend to move a lot. With each move I purge. It’s a great way to leave behind any energy that we don’t want to take with us. (I do not recommend moving as a way to get rid of bad energy, but sometimes it is necessary.) We purged a lot in the last move, but there’s still a lingering trace of something that does not feel right. I can’t define it. It isn’t a note with a certain handwriting, or a gift that should have gone to Goodwill.
At this point in the day, it isn’t practical to start a full-scale purge. For the record, I’m not ready to give up my cookbooks even though I rarely open them and tend to grab the iPad to find a favorite recipe.
For tonight’s new moon, my purge will look like this:
pitch the yogurt with the October 2017 date;
clean the cat box – thanks, Jen;
sweep the floors and spritz some cypress oil throughout;
put the donation stuff in the back of the car;
clean out my work inbox;
purge my default setting of focusing on what could/might go wrong;
and put some of the thoughts swirling in my brain into this post.
If you’re wondering, Jen doesn’t need to purge anything. She is my inspiration for cleaning and purging. Her bedroom looks like a minimalist board from Pinterest. It’s serene, inviting, cozy and hip – all the things I aspire to be, but won’t be, because apparently I need to have my kids’ artwork and mementos covering every square inch of this house. I put it on her school list because she’s fun to do things with.
I know what they say about clutter and feng shui and energy, but for me, the bigger issue has to do with my default setting – my inner curmudgeon. For all the times I shout about our charmed lives, my inner cranky girl needs to remind me that things could still get messed up or go wrong.
Tonight I’m purging her voice, and I’m keeping the cookbooks, and the drawings from when my kids were three.