Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Healing the space within (2)

(continued from previous post)

Like I wrote earlier on, I have undertaken to an extensive and rather radical house cleansing since early December.
It began with a bookshelf which I thought needed to go, then the century-old dust I found stuck behind it, and ended with reconsidering in a split second my entire apartment setting. Oh, well, I had been there already. Rearranging one closet for the sake of spring cleaning, while hoping I could do the same about the rest of the place which never really felt completely like home, since I moved in eleven years ago. Except this time, I knew I had the right energy to complete the task.

While there is still work on the treadmill, I started noticing changes, not only in my environment but also inside of me. True that, stored objects induce memories and emotional energies as well, that can attain a life of their own and become entities. In my case, these entities weren't negative or positive. They were just outnumbered and more than I want to take. Strangely enough, this clearer vision I had about what was going wrong in my place directly reflected on my own state of mind and why I had so many difficulties lately working on my film projects. Yes, time to heal the space within before anything else...

Does this sound like a new year resolution? I think so :)
By the way, happy new year to you all!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Healing the space within (1)

Funny how an artistic job (and the full-time dedication it demands) can sometimes appear as rather lame excuse to give up or neglect down-to-earth activities such as eating, taking a simple walk and visiting friends or relatives. I have stopped blogging and working on movies for almost three months now. Not that I didn't have anything to say, on the contrary. I just HAD to take care of some more private aspects of my life. Such cleaning up and doing full refurbishing of my house.

Frustration of not finding writing inspiration peaked last November as I resumed the launching of Susu-prod website. I was just so craving for action but instead of a sudden burst of creativity, I compulsively started throwing things away from my place. I just realized that the old stuff I have been storing for a decade, was literally making me sick, especially since I hadn't been traveling outside my area that much and therefore been exposed to it on a regular basis. And what I mean by "old stuff" isn't just the dress I never wore but clung onto, but the past thoughts, emotions or actions that were held there like dust imprinted on the walls, floors and furniture...

(to be continued)