I always liked feng shui. You know; staying zen, living like a strong reed that bends with the wind and then straightens back up again, allowing the corners in my flat to be uncluttered (don`t know if this has anything to do with zen at all, but it sounds like it, no?) (if so I am going for an eclectic approach to zen in which the dust in the corners take on some deeper meaning) (which would be handy as I tend to do my best vacuuming all glammed up in heels, singing Say My Name to the Hoover in a slight dominatrix manner)(nothing zen about that)- and getting rid of old stuff when buying new stuff.
Zen. Not choosing to be weighed down, choosing lightness in this complicated life.
I used to be a horder. I accepted everything and everyone. I still do, but from a far. I am learning that my peace of mind and joy of heart is closely linked with letting go. With being selective. With knowing my worth. With reckognizing the dynamic of something, with really listening, with acting on the information I receive. Because it is always there.
The wilderness of loss. The joy of hope. Walking into the clearing. Feeling the peace. Giving thanks. Welcoming new beginnings.
How`s that for zen.
Now, who gave the help the day off?!