Wow. So yesterday’s post went over well. 🙂 That’s awesome. 🙂
Today, however, I’m back to talking about magic. And clutter. And not just physical clutter.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment with my partner and a (small, but very chatty) parrot. It’s generally wonderful, but, every now and then, it can feel a little crowded. By our Stuff.
As someone who works from home – and who has recently started working half-days outside the house – this can get a bit tricky. My home is my sanctuary. It’s also my Office. At the same time. And, if I’m getting behind in my work, the clutter that comes with living in your work-space (and working in your living-space) really, REALLY starts getting under my skin.
My young lady came home to me last night only to discover a Dome of Gloom hovering over my head. It gets like that. I sat down in my Writing Chair this morning only to realize that I’d basically formed a Wall Of Paperwork between myself and the rest of the house so that I wouldn’t have to Deal With It.
It gets like that from time to time, typically after a particularly busy period.
That, combined with it being Year Hinge Time and our having made the shift from expansive-summer-brain to nesting-winter-brain means that my space really needs a good clean. And by that, I don’t just mean getting the mopping done and the back-splash scrubbed. I mean Cleaned as in Energetically/Psychically/Magically cleaned up.
And, yeah, there’s a physical component to that. It includes watering all the plants, changing out the candles on the altars, cleaning up the incense dust and, in my case, finally getting around to doing a (big) boiling water offering.
But those physical components all basically add up to paying attention to the energy, and the non-corporial people, in your space, giving them a little bit of love and acknowledgement, and helping them to feel pretty and important to you.
So, yeah. Energetic clean-up is what’s on my my agenda for today. 🙂
Meliad the Birch Maiden.
 A situation which is both (a) awesome, because it means that I actually leave the house, and (b) crappy, because it means that I must leave the house, which cuts out a minimum of 4 hours/day that I might otherwise be able to spend doing basic magical (or otherwise) upkeep around the house.
 My relationship, in addition to being a romance, is a full-time power-exchange — the housework isn’t my job at all. None the less, there are things I take on (sometimes, or always) basically out of the kindness of my heart and which, of late (due to both the half-days thing and the Nanowrimo thing), I haven’t had anywhere near the opportunity to really stay on top of.
 If O/p or D/s or other forms of voluntary, negotiated full-time power-exchange is something you’re curious about, or something you’d like to understand better, go check out Syrens, where I’m basically blogging All Power-Exchange, All The Time for the month of November. Enjoy! 😀
 Which I did… about half an hour ago, and the place already feels brighter, more perked up, and more awake. I didn’t even light anything. I just paid attention. That’s something worth noting, I think. 🙂
 Which, y’know, presumably they are, but it’s nice to get up and say it every now and then. 🙂