What’ve You Got To Lose?

Spatial Wellness

Dec 13

“Do not fear what needs to be lost.”

~ I Ching

There’s an abundance of tools and resources I’m fortunate to have access to and use every day; however, I haven’t a clue how they work. For example, my cell phone, laptop, wireless printer, GPS, internet, router, television, and car radio - not the slightest idea. Turn it on, hit a button, and voila. Messages sent and information received in milliseconds to and from places all around the world. And, as I’m confident there are a host of extremely intelligent people who could enlighten me on how these things do in fact operate, the concept dazes my brain, and, honestly, I don’t really want or need to know. I imagine someone (or something) deeply talented behind a curtain pulling levers and managing the controls, and I’m content to let them do so.

Then we go up a level to the real trippy stuff, like how the moon can make the oceans move, and how gravity keeps us from floating away, and how earth, the floating rock that we all call home, is basically a giant spinning magnet that churns molten metal at its core. And although my tiny mind would like to better understand these powerful, seemingly incomprehensible, celestial planetary phenomena, I’m grateful the cosmic order of things appears to only want the best for us as a species and continues to generate everything we need to survive.

And thirdly this miraculous human body we reside in that pumps blood, fights off bacteria, filters food, inhales, exhales, sleeps, wakes, laughs, cries, feels joy, grief, and love. And, as another of life’s great many mysteries I can’t possibly attempt to comprehend, I’ll continue to trust that my fine-tuned magical machine employs an internal intelligence so incredibly unbelievable that there’s absolutely no need for me to try to make sense of it.

So, when it comes to our environments and the effectuated energy that is catalyzed by its contents, I’ve become quite curious about all the forces at play. Why is it that we unquestioningly trust the invisible airwave, wireless signal, gravitational pull, and that our heart instinctively knows where to give and how to receive, things unavailable to the naked eye that are utterly profound and unfathomable, but we fail to give merit that the tangible items infiltrating our own personal ecosystem could possibly influence our health, finances, relationships, creativity, and happiness?

Over the past few years, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time reconnecting with my body and acquainting myself with its divine intelligence. I’ve learned that this inherent vessel of sensory receptors, when given the space and latitude to do what it knows how to do void of all the ancillary factors, is brilliant at detecting what sets my soul ablaze and what steals my joy.

It was with this spirit of inquiry and a desire for leaning further into trusting the unseen forces that I embarked on an year-long exercise. What would happen to me if I completely let go of anything and everything not getting me closer to happiness and give away everything I’m hoping to receive?

Things started gradually, but I was releasing gradually. Ten years ago, when I moved back to California from New York with only a storage container and a suitcase, I thought I was pared down. I thought my space was supporting me. And I did, and it was. But I had changed and grown. So I shedded another layer.

Yearbooks. Gone. Bye-bye. High school, you were a beast. I don’t need the burden of four books to remind me of who our football coach was, the less-than-stellar choices I made, how I didn’t always fit in, and how I could’ve applied myself better. I’m not a bit sad to bid you adieu.

Figurines, ceramic plates, teacups, collectables, adios. The effort to attempt to sell you isn’t worth the exchange of my time. Someone has been looking for you, and when they find you at the local thrift shop, I hope it makes their day.

Periodicals from 9/11 and the day Princess Diana died, gone. I no longer wish to have your sadness, grief, and pain sitting in a box infusing trauma into my aura. Perhaps a collector will find you. So long.

Photos, cards, and letters from a previous life. To the bin. Ciao.

Somedays, what-ifs, should’ves, would’ves, why did I’s, and my old pal, Justin Case, it’s time to break up. And it’s definitely you.

Clothes that make me feel frumpy and blah, toddles.

Tattered t-shirts and the faded flannels serving as sleepwear, sayonara.

Jewelry that no longer holds the promises made, bon voyage.

Hair color, farewell to adhering to gender bias and a factory-produced color code. What a privilege and honor and is it to grow older and produce a crown of inimitable silver. I’ve earned it.

Broken items, either repaired or tossed.

Gratitude outwardly expressed daily. Write notes, make calls, seek out the manager of the local store and tell them what a great job their clerk did. Thank the mailman, the mechanic, and the neighbor that bugs you. Listen, hold space, empathize, and be fully present with others. Give generously.

The results have been astounding.

Money started showing up. Numerous times I’ve found cash at the beach as well as a brand-new pair of sunglasses, (while picking up trash mind you), and unexpected checks have been arriving in the mail. I find money in parking lots, sidewalks, and in the streets. Inquiries for my services has tripled. I consistently receive coupons for free coffees and pastries. My neighbors leave me gifts, the right person shows up at exactly the right time to offer the assistance I’ve been seeking, my health is optimal, my anxiety is down, my sleep has improved, and my creativity is flowing.

At first the gaps in between the letting go and the receiving were wide. Meaning, early on it would take weeks or months for the reward to reveal itself. Then the gap started getting closer, often only days and then only hours. Lately it’s been almost instantaneous. (Like last week when I received a text to come pick up a gift card from an unexpecting source the moment I drove away from donating some figurines that I’d been toting around since the 90s. I also received a delicious loaf of sourdough that day.)

I’ve seen the same results with some of my clients. The ones who truly want the transformation, who are ready to make their happiness a priority, are willing to stop making excuses for their stuff, and are open to experimenting with the formula. These clients have started businesses, grown businesses, received money, found connection, and are living with clarity and purpose.

Our home is a living, breathing ecosystem. They infuse our lives with symbols, signals, and messages. And there is a special kind of medicine we can access when we are willing to believe that our homes hold power.

You have a role in the cosmic order of things, and there are forces at work that want the best for you. There’s an abundance of invisible tools and resources you have access to every day. You have a unique antenna, when properly acquainted with and cared for, has the ability to receive the pulse of potent energies, both internal and external, to help you connect and partner with the divine so you can experience true happiness.

Create space for your cosmic helpers to pull their levers and manage their controls. Match the energy of your space to feel the best version of yourself.