I’ve written in recent blogs about the metaphors relating to the square – that have impinged on me while I’ve been tending to the blocks of squares in which I’m growing veggies at my allotment.
Following on from my previous post, in which I wrote about how I’d discovered the importance of tending the areas surrounding the squares, it came to me that I was facing a situation at home about untended areas of my life. Yes, it’s that awful stuff we refer to as paperwork. Yes, it’s fallen into chaos; such chaos that it has – almost on its own – overwhelmed and smothered the square that is my creative life.
Since the realisation, I’ve begun the process of handling this crisis. And I came across Landscaping Your Life, a process developed by Alison Smith which uses the metaphors that can be found in Nature to help folks get back on track. I thought it might be useful to reproduce LYL’s compilation of short You Tube videos. As always, take what is useful and discard the rest.
Pondering these videos, it occurred to me that what I was doing was putting my house in order. I looked up the expression. It comes from 2 Kings 20:1-6:
“In those days Hezekiah became ill and was at the point of death. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz went to him and said, “This is what the Lord says: Put your house in order, because you are going to die; you will not recover.”
King Hezekiah didn’t die, just then. He recovered to become known as a religious reformer. His father had turned the kingdom back to idolatry. Hezekiah undid his father’s work and restored it to the faith. He put his house in order. In The Metaphysical Bible Dictionary, Hezekiah is defined as an ” …expression of spiritual strength in the executive power of the mind.”
Curiously, my husband spotted a pigeon sitting in front of one of the flower pots in our parking space when he came home from work yesterday evening. It was raining hard and the bird was absolutely drenched, freezing cold and very light in weight. We took it indoors. I wrapped it in a warm towel, made a snug house for it in the cat’s carrying basket, in which I placed a bowl of warm sugared water and bread, and set it in the airing cupboard with the door open. I warmed a pad of wheat grains in the microwave and placed this along one side of its body as a hot water bottle. Sadly, it did not survive the night. I was glad that we’d been able to put its little house in order and give it as comfortable death as was possible.
Was this event a portent, omen? At the very least, it was, according to Jung when defining Synchronicity: an acausal meaningful coincidence.
Sorting out my utility bills has suddenly taken on a much higher meaning! And makes the task more palatable. Wish me luck.
Do you have a workable method of keeping life in balance? I’d like to know.