Part 3: The Energy of the Past
I’d like to close the discussion of the energy of clutter by looking at one more reason you might have too much clutter in your life: your memories. For some of us, hanging on to our precious possessions is a way of making our memories tangible. We can be there again, watching our daughter take her first steps, when we hold the outfit she was wearing. We can remember the happiness of a wedding day by touching the lace of the dress, or feel close to a lost parent when we hold his or her bible.
Of course, everyone has mementos and precious artifacts of past times. The challenge comes when the weight of the past pushes out the present; when there is no room for new things because of the number of old ones being stored or displayed. So maybe you don’t want anything new, you say. You’re happy with the way things are. That is, of course, your choice.
The problem with living in the past is that divine energy operates from the present. If we are living in the past, we have little physical stamina for what we are doing in the now. We may not be able to manifest what we would like to have in our lives, because too much of our creative juice is directed behind us. Even for those who write about the past, whether through memoir, biography, or historical fiction, the act of writing is still done in the present. As the old saying goes, “Be here now.”
To play with this energy, try this activity. Sit in a quiet place with your feet flat on the floor, and gather your energy back to yourself in the present moment. Wind yourself up, gather yourself in, spiral in to the core of yourself like a nautilus inside its shell. If you need to, use a magnet to pull in the parts of you that are stuck in the past, left at work, or off scouting the future. As you breathe, notice your breath. Feel the contact with your feet on the floor. Beginning every writing session by gathering yourself in is a great way to open your connection with divine creativity. And along the way, maybe you’ll throw out that old high school athletic trophy.
As always, love and light on your path,
Alix
