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?

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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!

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Clutter holds energy, let it loose!

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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.I 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.

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