Like many people who are energetically sensitive, I had a hell of a last few weeks. I don’t know if it was something in the stars or general October rainy blues, but I was in a funk for a couple of weeks.
So I shook things up.
I pulled my desk out of the bedroom and moved it into the spare room. I cleaned, and I cleaned, and I cleaned.
In Costa Rica, there are no mops. Everyone here wraps a rag around the broom, and uses that.
So I went in full Tico style, sprayed some bleach on my broomy-mop, and wiped the mold off my walls.
Our house has cement walls, and mold grows on cement. (Thanks for nothing, Biology class.) In my bedroom, the corner near my head had mold growing from floor to ceiling. There was a halo of mold around the window.
I think I found the cause of my funk.
I’ve had issue with stagnant water before. I find that it does not serve me, personally or spiritually, to stay stuck in that kind of stagnicity.
It’s been a few days now since the change, and I feel brighter, more energetic, happier, and more productive.
There still isn’t as much sunshine outside as I would prefer, but the clouds don’t bother me so much anymore.
Sometimes, you just need a good cleaning of your space.
No wonder I was having a tough time in making things manifest in my life; my attitude was all funky, and I wasn’t allowing the magnificence of my life to shine through my daily perceptions.
I live in tropical paradise. There is never any reason for me to be upset.
Now, finally, I remember that.