When I attended a Feng Shui workshop, I found out that my birth element was Big Metal, which means I have big ideas but need to keep moving or I get stuck. When metal is heated, it becomes fluid. When it is cooled, it can have a purpose.
It’s no coincidence that I display clocks all over the house and bought two kinetic sculptures just before this Feng Shui workshop. Maybe it’s no coincidence that my father was handed down the hobby of a clock and watch repairman from his father and it was part of what I took with me from his time on earth.
There is this old watch repair desk from the turn of the century, that still sits in the basement of my parent’s house, now my brother’s. To the left of the workspace is a storage room. To the right is a workbench. I saw the two spaces as bookends to time. One represented memories of days past and the other created new ideas and inventions. Through my eyes, the desk represented the present moment.
In one of my past blogs, I spoke about how I learned what happens when you explore dark crevices in your garden. You sometimes get stung.
Yesterday, I started pulling some weeds out of my garden, and a wasp started dive-bombing me. As he buzzed past my ear, I said, “Why can’t you just see that I’m not going to disturb your home? I just want to pull weeds.”
I started to look around for the wasps’ home. It was last fall that I demolished a big hive that grew under a wooden stump in my garden. As I pondered, I could hear the wasp start to rally up the troops. I spoke to the leader, “We have to establish some boundaries here. I’m just trying to maintain my home.”
I recently attended my 40th-grade school reunion. It was a 3-day extravaganza. One of the activities took place at Arlington Race Track. I hadn’t been there since they replaced most tellers with automatic betting machines. I’m not much of a gambler and it was an unpleasantly hot day, but despite this, I decided to meet-up with my old school buddies. I’m so glad I did because it was fun to see everyone.
I know that a lot of people are against the racetrack for many reasons and hopefully, I will not offend the animal anti-cruelty or addiction support groups with this post. I admit that participating caused a bit of conflict within myself. On one shoulder my conscience was having fun, and on the other shoulder, my conscience thought about the horses.
Race Number 7
After several races, my friend Kevin convinced me to visit the horses while they got ready for the race, so we ventured down to the staging area. It was Race 7 and because I am a Leo, the horse named Roar of the Lion resonated with me.