Feng Shui = Peace?

I have been learning about feng shui After all, I want a good life, and the Chinese culture has been around for a long time. Wisdom comes with age, right?

When I first began searching out facts about feng shui, it made sense. If I wanted to have a good life, I must have balance. And that’s what is important, isn’t it? Balance. Then I began to learn more.

In order for me to maintain the good chi, I have to avoid the “bad” chi. Never heard of bad chi? Well, they are sha chi and si chi. Sound kind of like a couple of naughty twins on a bad sit-com, don’t they? They are energies. But in order to have sheng chi—the good chi—and avoid sha chi and si chi, you can’t have your front door open against a wall. You can’t have a cluttered closet. You can’t have a garage full of “stuff”. They are considered chi blockages. Did I hear you say, “That’s easy? I’ll just clean out the garage”? Well, for one thing, your garage must have a lot less stuff in it than mine does. For another thing, hold on. It gets better.

You also can’t have a big window in your home aligned with a door. Sheng chi leaks out. No, really. And you can’t have a house where the front door and back door are in a straight line. Yep, you guessed it. A sheng chi leak. See, sheng chi is kind of like water. It needs to flow, without flowing out. It needs to “be” without becoming stagnant.

At this point, I began see how stinkin’ hard it would be to maintain a good chi flow. I would have to knock out some windows, rearrange my doors, avoid sha chi and si chi…having a good life was becoming way too much work. I was starting to need anxiety pills, just thinking about it.

That was when I made my decision: maybe the feng shui thing works for some people, to help them have a good life. But it wasn’t going to work for me. At this time in my life, for me, feng shui has turned into one more stress factor. One more nose-to-the-grindstone effort.

I appreciate that the Chinese culture has been around for thousands of years.

But I still like to stop everything and just touch the bark of a tree. After all, when I touch a tree, years run under my fingers, like a movie running backward. If that tree is 50 years old, I’m back to when Elvis was young. When they had to announce, “Elvis has left the building,” because otherwise fans wouldn’t leave. When they wouldn’t show Elvis from the waist down on television because of how he moved his hips. I touch a tree that is 40 years old, and the Beatles are making girls cry. Then I see the first man on the moon.

Balance is good. Connecting with our world, and our past, is good. But this feng shui—it’s too much work!

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