ripping away the old


I posted this to someone’s wall, someone who is going through a difficult time with leaving their home behind and creating a new life in a new space. At the time it was posted I gave little true thought to my words beyond truly believing them.

The universe laughed at my trite sentiments. Something in the cosmos said, “you need to live these words, feel these words, know these words”

Twelve years ago I bought me parents home, converted their two car garage into a home for my self and me sons and there I’ve lived ever since. Much has gone on during those years

The boys grew up

My parents passed

I housed homeless teenagers in the main house for years (another story for a different day)

I hated that house. There were good reasons, bad reasons, painful reasons and silly ones. Rarely did I enter that house. It is almost as though I blamed the house for my situation, for the problems of dealing with elderly parents, for the choices I made that didn’t serve.

During a meditation the thought came that the only way to release all this hate and negativity was to  live in the house. On a practical level the house is 1400 sf versus the 800 sf of my converted garage  cottage and the garage cottage is suitable as a rental.

Rent money would be good.

Over the past two months there have been contractors painting and fixing and putting me so far in debt it’s staggering. In the meantime my son and I have been cleaning and getting rid of the remains of my parents stuff as well as the stuff left behind by a legion of homeless teenagers.

I have cried and sobbed and raged and felt utter engulfed by the weight of my life’s choices.

I am ripping away the old. I am taking responsibility for the actions that put me in this place at this time.

I am forgiving the house, no I am apologizing to the house for accusing it wrongly. It’s just house, it’s not malevolent, it harbors no  spirits, it’s just wood and metal and a composite of materials put together to protect those living it from the elements.

Maybe someday if all goes well it will be my home. Maybe when I move into it I can not only learn to love this  house but also learn to forgive myself for poor life choices.

Then it will be my magical castle,

my tiny Zen palace.

tangled energy



yep, my good old friend dyslexia came to visit last night, luckily it was just for fun.

During a guided imagery session last night  the woman leading the imagery used the phrase tangled energy. What a descriptive phrase this is. So often at day’s end or during a moment of  delight, stress and distress we have all these different types of energy jumbled up inside of us.









Very often a combination of these energies are jostling around our brains and bodies vying for attention.  Too often happy occasions have a tinge of anxiety and goodness knows passion, adrenaline and anxiety are frequent bedfellows (pun intended).

So what can we do? How can we tease these disparate energies apart?  To be honest I prefer my hope without a side of anxiety and my joy unfettered by fear.  Many highly enlightened folks would say we can quiet our mind with meditation or prayer. That focusing on nothing will permit us to slow down enough to soothe the fear and anxiety that accompanies us throughout so much of our lives.

Personally, re-centering myself with my senses works pretty darned well.  Remembering the feeling of the sun on my face, a breeze floating across my skin, the scent of fresh laundry or the taste of a perfectly ripe strawberry will calm my thoughts.  When I  feel these experiences with intention  sometimes I am able to tuck them away, sometimes I will even say to myself “remember this moment, it will be needed at some point” , then during a confrontation or traffic jam I take my memories out and use them to stop the mental madness

Remembering all the gifts life has to share, re-feeling all these lovely sensations, this is how we can untangle our energy.

This is how we can enjoy our passion with a side of joy instead of fear.