The first time Cyd Alper-Sedgwick, my Feng Shui consultant, met our house, Sistine, it was cold and cloudy outside – typical February weather here in southern Ohio. Collars turned up, we walked the property, then stood at the top of our driveway, and looked down at the house, me clutching a notebook and pen… Sistine sits slightly below street level, which is apparently not great Feng Shui (vulnerable to the negativity of the rest of the street flowing down.) She’s also at the center of a cul-de-sac, another undesirable position (stagnant energy,) and part of her Bagua map (a sort of blueprint that divides a space into nine sections, with each representing a different aspect of your life) is missing in the back, since the garage extends beyond the rear wall of the house. The missing piece happens to overlap in the Wealth, Fame and Love sections of our map – lovely, right? Thankfully, Cyd practices the Black Hat school of Feng Shui, which is the most Western of the Form schools, and she never tells anyone, “You need to move.” She says there’s a fix (or ‘cure’) for everything.
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I digressed on my last post… our vacation took me a tad off track, even if the content was valid to what I’d spoken about earlier. Today, though, I’d like to reference my second post, the one where I admitted life had gotten out of control around here and what kicked me in the shins to seek a new direction. Perhaps in the telling of what measures I initiated, I can help some of you start digging out of your own hole, regardless of how you got down there.
We all strive for resiliency, but sometimes life throws too much at you.
In the autumn of 2014, I set off on a spiritual journey because I felt my little family was drowning in negativity. My husband (whom I’ll call Guitar Man) had suffered three deaths in his family in nine months and felt stuck in a job he no longer found joy in, our formerly happy, loving kids (Dragon and Peach) were unhappy in school and had begun to bicker constantly, we had lost all three of our beloved pets in the space of 18 months, and I was struggling… to not only re-define myself after ten years as a stay-at-home mom, but to somehow keep us all afloat in a sea of grief, anxiety and pervasive despondency. Since our children were still young enough to depend on us to “fix” things, and my husband was too buried by work and his own issues, I knew if things were going to take a turn for the positive, I needed to be the one to implement the change.