When we feel secure, the cycles of life and death can remain at a safe, philosophical distance. But last year, inevitably, the lessons of the dying season became more real to me. I could feel the crone creeping closer. I warned my spouse and prayed death wouldn’t visit too intimately with us.
I realized that hanging onto all this baby stuff was obviously anchoring me to that part of my past. More importantly, taking the hard, painful step of letting it go would be a significant action I can take to show the universe – and my ancestors – that I am ready to heal this pattern in my line. It’s not mine and I don’t want it. I’ll count on the feng shui principle that clearing out this space will open me to greater opportunities and supportive energy.