What things are buried in one’s basement? Many people keep on top of their storage rooms, clearing out and down sizing. Others let that which they no longer use over run them. But this is not a post about aestheticism or hoarding, it is the story of spring cleaning. Within Science of Mind the idea of clearing out the old to allow new energy and the new to flow in, for Franciscans it is the open hand, things that are held in care until they are no longer usable or passed onto those who need them.
That was the day today, a load off to the Mennonite Central Committee Thrift Store, and then Just Junk by to pick up, but aside from the broken bed frame or rotting wood, old water hot tank there is things that stick in your mind and carry memories which is just funny. Not ha ha, just unique.
There is the cathartics of using one’s sledgehammer to destroy a wardrobe that had been ruined by two former tenants, begun by one and finished off by another but just cast aside into storage. Finally shattered, feeling the energy of negativity of these past tenants leaving as it is broken down and cast on the front lawn.
I look at an old television of the tube variety that is 22 years old and almost 40 inches big. I remember getting it with my Dad. We were sent to get our television repaired, and the old Chinese gentleman that ran the t.v. repair shop in Forest Lawn talked us out of repairing the old t.v. and buying the new one that he guaranteed would last forever.
As we upgraded, not only t.v. but in size we brought it home, and well it did not fit in the t.v. stand, so Dad and me, being well Ragan boys, did what we say fit with hacksaw and cut the top half of the television stand off so the new television would fit… Mum was not amused 🙂
To the couch that originally started out as new with my Grandparents and then be handed down to my parents, it would migrate from upstairs to downstairs and then 14 years ago wind up in a store room…mostly due to the fact that no one could remember how this 40 year old couch got into the basement and how to get it out…Just Junk had to literally smash it. So many warm memories of family, and generations, that residual positive energy trapped within a piece of furniture, that if I am to tap my Shamanic side, can say as it was released and cleansed the soul sludge of a room that had rescued two lives for people that only attacked the family, and brought rest to this old house.
It is weird this act of spring cleaning to get fresh air in, clear out old stuff, help others where you can…in the end it comes down to being able to look upon a life lived, and realize that the good actually does outweigh the bad, and in the end…we are all family.