Flow

There is a bit of a blockage removal theme to this week in my world. If pipes aren’t kept free of debris then it seems that all sorts of mayhem can ensue.

Several days ago, the drain from the sink in the kitchen became blocked. A few minutes of vigorous plunging made it worse. Subsequently, despite administering liberal quantities increasingly un-PC chemicals, peaking at something that claimed to be 92% sulphuric acid, we were no nearer free flow. Such was the intensity of my suction activity that there were resulting failures in the integrity of the pipe-work beneath the sink and the muscle fibre in my right arm.

Anyway, I was impressed by the levels of angst that the blockage caused. By the time it was eventually ejected at high speed from the sawn off pipe at first floor level at the back of the house, narrowly missing my inquisitive Dad, I had endured several days of blockages and leaks in my own plumbing. My energy had not been flowing as well as it might. It occurred to me that if energy encounters obstacles as it makes its way round my body, it’s no wonder that I can become ill. Imagine the damage that years of energy build-up, leaks and what have you can do to you. I must do Tai Chi more regularly.

Space

I go into a space in the middle of my head between my ears. I have it decked out quite nicely in there these days. It is a quiet room with a long curved leather sofa (facing away from me) in the foreground and a control consul with a big screen above it on the far wall. In the middle of the room a very large shiny stone is suspended from the ceiling, spinning slowly, significantly adding to the air of calm in there. It is quite dark. (I suppose when I don’t go in there myself that the lights may be brighter). On occasion, I have considered adding a water feature, but it doesn’t seem quite right. Sometimes there are one or two people sitting at the consul, maybe reading a magazine or tapping away at a key board. I ask them to shut everything non essential down and go off for a break. Then, where usually there is whatever I can see through my eyes, projected on to the screen, there becomes a very deep space.

After a few moments of quiet on my expensive chair, the most surprising, pleasant, reassuring, peaceful, real things will appear on the screen. Then the room can evaporate and I am left with whatever there is. There really are many things and feelings, the experience is ‘most adjacent’, as my Aunt Edith would say. When I leave, it feels more and more like I bring a bit of that feeling with me.