Although I don’t believe everything that the Feng Shui master throws my way, I do think that there is something to be said about this ancient practice. Here are some tips:

1) There should be no shoes or slippers lying around outside the main door of your house. Remove it if you can. Allow that space at the main door to be free and clear. The chi (energy) rides with the wind and will collect all the smell of those shoes and slippers into your house causing sickness. Ch’i then travels about in your house looking for water to stay but if there are no water fountains or fish tanks, then the Ch’i will be dispersed by wind.

2) Place an indoor water fountain in your home, position in a favourable area to attract whatever you want in your life.

3) Your bed should always have a solid wall behind you. This is important if you wish to have a good rest. A solid wall simply means that you can go into deeper sleep and therefore enabling you to have good rest so that when you wake up in the morning, you will feel fresh and well rested. This also allows you to be able to concentrate on your work better.

4) There should be no beam on top of your bed. The beam above causes chi to be pressured thus enabling you to have pressures in life. Therefore, don’t place furniture underneath it or alternatively level the beam. But make sure if you choose the latter, it is important that you have enough height for that space.

5) Always open your bedroom windows at least once 20 minutes a day to allow fresh chi to come in, we do this so that it allows fresh new chi from outside to come into your bedroom, if not you will be sleeping with stale chi every night. And if that happens, then how can you expect your life to bring in more good fortune to come to you? So open that window and never mind if dusts comes in! The great good fortune that you can have will far exceeds the time you take to clean off the dust.

It reminds me of organic simplicity *big grin*

How much do you think you’re worth?

Sometimes I get real scared. Sometimes I’m scared for my friends, and sometimes
I even scare myself. What frightens me is how much many women underestimate
their own worth. Yes, it is true that love blinds you and a good woman will
often go out of her way to make her man happy. Yes, I’ve been through
it and I still at times live by it, but there is a real problem when…

1) The man whom you are so in love with does not treat you like you deserve
to be treated.

2) You undervalue your own self-worth thinking that selflessness and personal
sacrifice are honorable traits.

They are indeed honorable, but only within the right context. When a man is
abusive in any sense of the word, and/or does not appreciate or value your kindness,
then you are selling yourself short! So many of my female friends come to me,
confiding in me about how they continue to give and give and give without wanting
anything in return other than a little appreciation, even when they know that
their man has done them dirty and is still mistreating them. I feel bad because
I have been in that same predicament, and it is just heart wrenching to see
the same pattern being repeated. We are more than the sum of our parts. How
much would you pay for your integrity, your dignity or your innocence? How much
do you think you’re worth?

Let’s juxtapose this one with India.Arie’s “Good Mourning” **Click for song**

Chinese Poet P’an Yüeh (d. A.D. 300)

Before I know it, winter and spring depart,
cold and heat suddenly trading places,
and she has gone to the deepest springs;
heaped earth forever seals her apart
My secret longs I cannot fulfill;
What good would it do to linger there?
Swearing allegiance to the sovereign’s command
I turn my heart back to former tasks.
But seeing the house, I think of her;
entering its rooms, I recall the past.
Curtains and screens hold no shadow of her,
her writings the only trace that remains,
the drifting scent that never quite fades,
her things left forgotten, hung on the wall.
Dazed by longing, I think she is here,
then come to myself with a twinge of pain.
We were a pair of birds winging to the wood,
mated, then suddenly one morning alone;
a pair of fish swimming the stream,
eye to eye, then parted midway.
Spring wind filters in through the cracks,
morning rain drips down from the eaves;
lying at rest, when will I forget?
Each day I sink into deeper sorrow.
Perhaps a time will come when it will fade
and I, like Chuang Tzu, can pound the tub.