History, Herstory, and the Mystery of MyStory

These last few weeks of winter have been an interesting time for me.  For some time I’ve felt a bit asea – not having a clear idea where to turn my attention; not sure what I want to focus on; undecided about where to invest my energy.  Winter is often the time of incubation and percolation for me – a gathering time.  So for a while it all felt fine.  But recently rather than feeling on-target with my usual process, I’ve felt increasingly stuck and stagnant.  I finally made myself sit down and confront it.  I’ve been looking at all the pockets of less-than-joy in my life and deciding what needs to happen.

One of the pieces that feels most challenging to me at the moment, and therefore seems like the perfect place to dive into this exploration is my house. My poor dear sweet house that I love.  It’s tiny and old and quirky and unmodern and never renovated, and in so many ways truly perfect for me.   But it’s also been ignored and a bit neglected, and when I tuned into its energy I could tell it was sad.  It needs a major dose of  love-ification (don’t you LOVE that word – my absolute new favoritest!).

Once I opened to that, it was as though a whole mission unfolded.  I’ve decided that this is a full-on, whole house project, and that no matter how long it takes, I’m going to go through every object in this house, touch it, and decide whether it’s something I love and want to keep or if it’s no longer a treasure and needs to be released to someone else.

It’s been an amazing process on many levels.  Because I realize I’m not just speaking about my house, I’m speaking about myself and my life as well.  That’s the beauty of looking at things from a spiritual perspective – everything, every single thing, can be seen as a reflection of everything else.  And so we are swimming in an endless sea of messages and signs and information available to us – we only need to keep our eyes (and heart) open.

I’m not the same person I was a year ago, even several months ago. My energy has changed and shifted, and the things that once delighted and served me well, are not necessarily right fits for me anymore.  Rather than supporting me they’re weighing me down.  Before new doors and journeys open for me I need to clear the path, both physically and energetically.

The first major project I tackled was the space I use as my studio.  It took a LONG time, but I followed my decreed policy of touching every item and deciding, and I ended up releasing lots of stuff.  And I’m delighted to report I found a willing co-conspirator in Rae who was equally delighted to receive an influx of new supplies to play with.  Then I went on to tidy up, do a bit of furniture painting, followed by some energetic cleansing and clearing, and voila my studio have been LOVE-IFIED.  Yay!   And I’m slowly making progress in the other rooms as well.

But in addition to the love-ifying process, doing this has provided me with lots of introspective time, to really think about what IS a treasure to me.   And I keep coming back to the circle of friends who are such an important part of my life.  I am so blessed to be part of circles of wisdom councils; possibility posses; who-else-can-we-talk-to-about-this-crazy-energy-stuff circles – dear heart-connected friends that listen and support and offer their own shades of love-ification to me.  I feel overwhelmed with appreciation and gratitude and delight!

Tomorrow, March 8, is International Women’s Day, and part of the month designated as Women’s History Month.  And while of course the official reason for IWD is as a global celebration of the economic, political and social achievements of women, and commitment to improving future circumstances and opportunities, I’m taking this opportunity to celebrate and honor and thank all my women friends.  Each one of you is such a bright and beautiful blessing, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life.  Thank you!