Nerdy tendencies may lead to great meditation moments.

The other day I found myself organizing my spice cupboards. Yes, I’m that nerdy. I am supposed to be getting outside my comfort zone, going up the mountain, or into town, getting myself out there. My recent need for the right kind of companionship in whatever form won’t come to my door, so I must get out and seek it. Sorting out my spice cupboard seemed to me to be a way to procrastinate, or stay in my orderly comfort zone. Or did it?

As a result I had several self deprecating thoughts. I was giving myself a hard time about not being brave enough to get out and about. I sometimes wonder if anyone could ever live with me, with my high standards of a neat, organized abode. It will certainly take a special someone to come into my world with use of a crowbar, neatly fitting in to some corner of the house, quietly reading. I know that’s not realistic. I kid.

Some friends had moved away recently, and they loved to buy spices from Penzey’s, as I do. I was lucky to inherit a bunch of lovely Penzey’s spices from them. But they had been sitting on a top shelf of my cupboard, ignored. I wanted to try some of the spices they left, and make everything available to me, as I am passionate about cooking. Time to make that happen! I had a lot of spices to bottle and label.

Cleaning out my spice cabinet made me feel somewhat guilty all the while I should be getting out and about. But no, I like organizing my spice cabinet! It’s a guilty, nerdy pleasure! I like making order where there was chaos. I like knowing what I have on hand in the kitchen. I like knowing where things are. As I was finishing up my task, I realized this activity felt good. It delivered me into a wonderful contemplative zone that is hard to find otherwise. Why was I heaping guilt on myself for not ‘getting out there?” That will come in time. Why not enjoy my guilty nerdy pleasure?

My insight from this experience was twofold. One, organizing, taking inventory, and doing a re-org, especially in the kitchen, was a wonderful meditation for me. It felt good. Two, it’s also kind of like the energy of sweeping the floor. That’s my switching gears energy task. My sweep out the old energy and bring in the new, task. I love it and I won’t let myself feel guilty for it. If you are engaged in a task you love, you are co-creating the life you want and enjoy.

What do you do that is a guilty pleasure? What do you do that might be an active/waking meditation that may seem nerdy but you absolutely enjoy? I would love to hear from you.

Comments are welcome. Likes tell me someone is listening. Love and Light, Patty

2019 came early with a big push

Before the holidays I decided to have my ceiling in the living room worked on. I had originally planned to have that done in January, but felt the intuitive nudge to get it done earlier. I had a local contractor come in and put up my new tin ceiling. It’s gorgeous! That meant that my beautiful new Balsam Hill Cadillac of Christmas trees would have to be stuffed into my bedroom. I had just received it and it was a big splurge. 

When the ceiling work was finished four days before Christmas, I was excited to finally be able to move and decorate my tree! When I finally got it all decorated and looking awesome, there was a bit of a letdown. I don’t know what it was. The tree looked like the best one I’d ever had. But something was off. Later I realized what was happening. The energy felt different. 2019 energy was moving into my presence with great urgency. I took the tree down the day after Christmas, when normally I keep it up for weeks. I felt 2019 pushing into my life with great urgency. I had never experienced this before. But I am more aware and sensitive to energies than in the past. 

During the Christmas break I had 11 days off. I was looking forward to get out and about. However I was sick for the first five days. It felt like all of 2018 was stuck in my head, stuffing it to maximum. Then moving into my throat and into my lungs. Ugh. This sucked. It made me slow down, and if you have read my other posts, you’ll know I was given many signs to slow down. Slow way down. Slower yet. Okay this was the last push to get me to be still for 2018. 

Part of slowing down is being able to see and sense things that I would otherwise not see. If you go too fast, you miss things. Imagine going by a lovely country road with fields of flowers. If you zoom by you miss the butterflies dancing on the blossoms, the rabbit hiding in the bracken, and the birds as they flit about. You miss that lovely feeling, delightful scene, and gentle energy. Same goes for any activity in life. My slowing down was for a reason that would benefit me. 

After I recovered, I was anxious to get up the mountain to a small community. I felt the urge to meet new people, and do new things. I was stoked to have five days remaining to do this! Then an actual honest-to-God blizzard struck New Mexico. I had snow in my yard for two weeks, and I have never had snow for more than two days. I could not get out of my driveway for the rest of my vacation. That really bummed me out, but what can I do? Timing to move out of my normal social circles is not there yet. I decided to enjoy my alone time, the rare snow, and have fun with my animals, who loved romping in the snow.

In my convalescence I started watching Marie Kondo’s show with her unique KonMari method of organizing. Her methods are Zen centric, gentle, and effective. Very Spirit based. I was able to get rid of many things that did not suite me anymore. The trunk of my car was full of bags of clothing and items to take to charity. I even decided to sell my glass bead making studio contents. For me this will be a big letting go. But I feel elated that someone else will have as much fun as I had over the years. Everything is energy and everything holds energy. Let something out of your life and make way for the new! Finally I was able to let go of something I had not done for ten years, and it felt great. 

2019 wanted to come in early, and for me it did. I live my life by intuition and pay attention to those urges. But I know not everything goes my way. Spirit guides us in mysterious ways. I’ve got it down to a fine art, where I can tell what the energy is directing me to do. I would not live any other way. I did not want to be stuck in my house for 11 days, and I did not want to slow down. But I did as I felt directed. For some reason the last of 2018 energy was settling in, saying goodbye and leaving. Then 2019 came in with a burst of energy, before the new year even started! Pay attention to your intuition, dreams, and nudges from Spirit. Living your life this way is very freeing, feels genuine, and has many surprises in store. I have a feeling 2019 is going to be a great year!

Comments are welcome. Likes tell me someone is listening. Love and Light, Patty.

Clutter holds energy, let it loose!

Okay, this is not a how-to guide for decluttering your home or environment, although I could certainly write an article about that. I was born to organize and declutter. However for almost two decades, I lived with a man who was a hoarder. At the time, I had no word for it. It started slowly and grew exponentially as our my spouse and the relationship fell out of center. Every room had a path through it that was about two feet wide. Boxes, clothing, computer pieces, camera parts, papers of all kinds and other assorted flotsam filled rooms to bursting. Sometimes up to the ceiling! There was no rhyme or reason to it, and none of the items had any use or value.Boxes-empty_165169310.jpgI could not staunch the flow, no matter what I tried. I could hardly live like this and combatted it daily. It crept under my skin during the day, and practically exploded out of me at night. It was like a thing that lived with us that was evil. But my spouse would have a week long fit, exploding in rage, if I were so rude as to mention ‘the mess.’ He didn’t see it that way and he felt I was nagging and unfair to him. Apparently I was the bad guy in this scenario.

I begged to clean up on the weekends when we had time. He’d oblige, and then ten minutes into it he’d have this ‘great idea’ to go to the hardware store to get materials for building shelves. Shelves for more junk. Shelves to organize the junk. Or 30 large plastic tubs to store all the junk in. To this day I can’t stand the sight of those big blue plastic tubs. We would spend all day at the hardware store, come home, spend ten more minutes on cleaning and quit. Now not only was there a huge mess, but a mess of building materials on top of everything else clogging up one of the few free areas left to me.

When we moved to a small 350 square foot apartment in Manhattan, I thought for sure we’d downsize. He insisted we take everything. In his absence, I threw out as much as possible. When we arrived, it took two full days to unpack the largest moving van money could rent. It all went up inside my tiny, clean, perfect apartment. There were stacks of boxes now that stood almost 11 feet high! Again there were only small paths between them. Almost no place for a bed. Nothing changed most of the nine years we spent there. Needless to say, we rarely had company.

After Manhattan, we moved to New Mexico. Finally we had a piece of property and some room to stretch out! However the home soon filled up with junk. A second building filled up with junk, soon Continue reading