And you are looking at me with your head tilted thinking, “Arwen, have you lost your mind? There is nothing funny about stagnation.”
I might agree with you if you didn’t know what I know. The Universe is mocking me again.
You see Monday night I did a reading for a young friend. It was her birthday and she is officially a tween now. Her parental units requested it. I was happy to oblige. While I did that reading, her parents unloaded a closet for me.
Close your eyes. Imagine a typical closet with sliding doors. Now imagine it is packed floor to hanging bar with boxes. Now wedge more in. Now realize that you can’t even slide the doors shut because there’s so much SHIT in that closet.
Then walk away from the closet for two, no…let’s make it two and a half years.
Yeah, talk about stagnation, right?
But here’s the thing. That’s not an imaginary demon of a closet. It was very real. And my friends moved all the boxes out.
Now I have to go through and purge, purge and purge some more.
I live in a cute, little condo. I’ve lived in larger spaces. I still have allllll the chit from those larger spaces. So you see where I’m going?
A lot of what I have hung on to has sentimental value. I have a turban and a pair of glasses. Both were worn by my mama during her battle with, and subsequent loss to, cancer.
I have books that took me places once upon a time.
I have Tarot decks that I wanted SO BADLY once upon a time.
Everything in these boxes has been in these boxes for two and a half years. Thirty months, y’all.
Like the chipped and no longer functional bowls in this card from the Vision Quest Tarot, my stuff is clogging me up. My chi is not flowing.
In fact, I think I heard my chi running for the hills.
Operation: Declutter Arwen is on the table. I don’t know how long it will take, but I’m going to do this thing.
Do you have anything that you hang on to that you need to let go of?
I know my mother will be happy to know her glasses are heading off to the Lions to be put to better use.
Eight of Water, Vision Quest Tarot, 1999