I love this time of year! I love that the sun starts to feel like sun again, that it comes to visit earlier every morning and sticks around later every evening. There is a feeling of hopefulness and change in the air. Spring is still a ways off in Toronto, but I can hear the birds outside my window gossiping about their plans for Spring break.
As much as I look forward to Spring itself, there is something sweet and tantalizing about anticipating it's arrival. Like a trip you've been planning for awhile, part of the fun is the departure date moving closer and closer. I love the slow process of revelation that comes with Spring. A puddle of water here, a hint of grass there, the first snow drops, the smells, the animals coming out to play.
Spring's reveal reminds me of the process of clearing clutter. Just as we don't wake up one morning and find all our clutter magically gone, we work through it bit by bit. A section of floor revealed here, a table uncovered there. As we work through our space it's not just bookshelves and counters that come to light, it's also those parts of ourselves that have remained hidden. Our hopes, our dreams, our hearts, our desires. Slowly there is a chance for them to come out and stretch and play in the light and manifest themselves in surprising and beautiful ways.
If you are looking for inspiration to let go of clutter and embrace your space, Tracey Stanton, Professional Space Clearer and Clutter Clearer extraordinaire will be in Toronto to offer Karen Kingston's famous "Feng Shui and the Art of Space Clearing" workshop trilogy in April, for the very first time in Canada.
I'm getting ready to die, so I'm going to keep this short. This afternoon I started an intensive course on dying, but not just any old dying. I'm learning to die so I can learn how to live.
What it comes down to is this. Letting go. What's possible when we truly learn how to let go? Whether it's our clutter, our negative patterns, the stress in our bodies or our well worn emotional reactions, just imagine what could happen if we could just let go.
Let go. Five little letters spelling two little words, should be easy. Right?
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go. How many times have I written those words furiously in my journal. Let go of the anger, let go of the blame, let go of the uncertainty, let go of the second guessing, let go of the obsession, let go of the clutter, let go of the negative beliefs. Just, let go.
When I see it written here, it sounds simple. I see a hand grasping something, and all it has to do to let go is open.
Ah... Open. Maybe it is just that simple. Open. When we let go, we open. When we open, we let go. In the opening there is space. Space for what? Well, that's up to you, what do you want to make space for?
I for one, want to make space for ME. The me that believes in myself. The me that dares to be big. The me that loves deeply. The me that wants to hug the whole world. The me that knows how to let go and receive.
So, this week, I die. I die to be me. I die to love. I die to open and in dying I say yes.
See you on the other side!