How often do you or does your family rearrange the furniture in a room? I’ve known some folks who never, ever rearranged their rooms, some who did it every quarter, and some who did it in the spring and fall… to create access for the floor heating ducts to heat their rooms better.
Some, rearrange a room for functionality or ease of access, some for aesthetic appeal, some, to remove negative or move stagnant or stalled energy. In my younger days, I used to do it simply because I had an excess of energy which at the time gave me the time, energy, and stamina to scrub down all of the walls and rearrange household furniture… monthly! Those days, for me, are long gone. If you rearrange your furniture, do you know… your “why?” If you excessively clean, do you know… your “why?” My Dad used to joke with me and say, “If you track enough dirt inside… eventually, you’re gonna start trackin’ it back outside!” LOL. My late Dad was known for some zingers, for me, that was always one that made me chuckle… and shake my head at the same time.
Sometimes, I rearranged the furniture in a manner that it reminded me of when I lived at home, as a kid, or as an adult… after I moved back home, upon my Dad’s doctors finding a stage four mass on his esophagus. He has since passed, of course. I have often felt the spirit of my ancestors, as all four of my immediate family members and a brother-in-law passed away on what was three generation, familial property. Some, might have considered asking why or how I could have continued living there, with a history of so many tragedies. I guess for me, it was about legacy. I was the third generation to have lived on that property, for my lineage. I intended to build a spiritual enlightenment center there, with a music focus. But sometimes, health issues, storm damage, repetitive adverse weather, terrain, and/or financial difficulties; or other things get in the way of… “the best laid plans.”
My late Dad worked three jobs to keep our familial property, after the local textile mill laid him off of working there, when I was around twelve years old. It’s a BEautiful area, despite people not recognizing or honoring it with the same reverence I do… with regard to traffic “whizzing by” at speeds the local state police barracks could fund their agency for a year, if they’d set up “traffic stings,” there. (I digress.)
Sometimes, folks like to rearrange things in their lives to avoid and run from memories… bad ones, good ones, sometimes… any memories at all! But, I’ve found it’s a bit of everything… easy and difficult, painful and comforting to honor both sides of our lives had to have happened, in order for us to appreciate the other. Without the dark, can we truly appreciate the light? Without the light, can we find comfort and solace when darkness or night falls? There’s a delicate balance and dance, or art, to life. We can honor every arranged piece, just as we can do the same with our household furniture… feeling free to move and/or remove or upgrade pieces that no longer “feel comfortable…” so long as we don’t block the warmth from the heating ducts, or the memories that molded and shaped us into the Divine lovely BEings we’ve BEcome. Remember to honor all of whom you are… to BE the most BEautiful Light in the room, no matter where you are placed.