Housework

Well bygones be bygones I did not expect my lazy ass self to actually conjure up a new post this soon. Most times I start a project, excitement to the roof, and then the action tapers off naturally and I forget its existence. I think most people can relate.

But anyhoo. I can’t ignore my natural urges to write. I actually tried writing in my Harry Potter journal tonight but I still felt like posting something on the interwebs. And what’s on my mind is what the word “enlightenment” truly means.

As with many aspects in life, every person will be different, have a different experience, and possess differing definitions in their schema. I think it is bizarre but one of the most beautiful traits about existence. For everyone does go at their own pace, and has a unique imprint on the planet. 

Back to enlightenment. I saw a very good metaphor for it as I was reading an article about it, I wish I could give due credit but I can’t find it lol. It said that enlightenment feels like turning on the lights inside a house, the house being yourself. And it doesn’t mean there isn’t work to do, or that you’re better than someone because you are now spiritually in touch. It simply shows you, on a personal basis, where there are messes to clean up. Where there is too much clutter, where there is not enough content. It shows you the colors of your sentiments, and the places you have disrespected the most. Perhaps the basement is the place that most people run away from. But truth be told we have to clean out the funk and make room for new lifestyles, ideas, relationships, and the like. And the best part is that YOU get to decide how you want your home to look and feel. And most importantly how much love has been exposed.

The walls of the house have always been love. There just has been too much crappy old furniture, dust, dry rot, mites, or even mice that has contaminated the place. Okay maybe not totally defile your sanctuary, but certainly not added to the feng shui. 

I find it funny that my actual physical home is also being remodeled around this time in my life when my spiritual light has been flicked on. The Universe has the ultimate timing.

It feels nice to listen, to accept, to flow, to surrender. I have discovered a peculiar new state of neutrality. It may be rudimentary, still foreign, but nonetheless powerful. 

Of course I slip up from time to time. I’m not going to claim perfect function and form. I’m just me.

My home is under construction. And that is fine. 

Everything in due time.