The Cross House
To me, cleaning up a mess is powerful. I cannot prove the following, but nonetheless deeply believe in what I write. These thoughts are difficult to put into words, and right now I wish I were a poet.
When the mess above was cleaned up, somehow, somehow, this changed the energy of the porch area. What had a dark kinda energy transmuted to a lighter, more vivid color. Gray transformed to an iridescent blue. And this new energy field will expand and caress the whole house.
Over the last two years, as brutalized stained-glass windows were gloriously resurrected, as rotted porch columns were rebuilt, and as old exterior alligatored paint was removed and replaced with smooth lovely paint, all these acts changed the energetic field of the house. A stagnate, gray energy slowly started to vibrate, expand, and become ever more colorful. Dark energies then detached from the house and…dissipated.
Somehow, somehow, this little part of the world is thus uplifted, and somehow, somehow, the universe is altered and a cosmic connection is created linking this glowing, wondrous energy with space and time across infinite distances.
Somehow, somehow, life is then just a tiny bit better.
Tomorrow, Justin and Jeremy will build the new porch floor, and their work will be more enjoyable working in a clean space. They, too, will feel better, and this will add to a glowing, wondrous energy.
In short, I think intent matters. I think good intentions make things better. Such intentions may be as simple as cleaning up some old detritus while renovating a old home. Or petting your very old cat as it purrs on your lap. Or gently, lovingly holding your new baby. Or pausing for a moment to admire a musician standing in park playing a song. Or taking the hand of a beloved in yours while watching a movie on the TV. Or, as your groceries are finished being bagged, you look at the check-out clerk, smile, and say: Thank you. Or countless other small things done…