Tuesday, September 15, 2015
flow of chi; spike of irritation
I've had this book about Feng Shui (14 pronunciations, it seems like) for years -- maybe since around 2000. Even though I haven't arranged my living space in a Feng Shui style, I think I have got my money's-worth from the book, because I've looked through it about a million times.
Feng Shui might be one of those things which, for some of us, is better thought-about than practiced.
All this "flow-of-chi"...I don't know. My head, and life, are maybe just too Western to really "get" all that.
One website touts the "Feng Shui Money Corner: First Step To A Richer Life." Mmh -- if arranging our furniture a certain way really helped people become wealthier, then wouldn't everyone arrange their furniture that way, and then everyone would be wealthy?
When I flip through my Feng Shui book looking at the photographs of rooms (and sometimes reading the text), I find my two favorite photographs of my two favorite rooms are -- one with a little dog reclining on a rug, and another with a black and white cat curled up against a cushion.
So what I really like, I guess, are sweet and fascinating indoor pets, more so than Feng Shui. (A Feng-Shui Cat: sitting on the floor in a position equidistant between the fireplace and the kitchen sink. Fire - water...)
(A Feng-Shui Dog: sleeping near east-facing window, avoiding the "oppressive light" that may come in through a west-facing window, plus no sharp corners...)
"Feng Shui Your Office to Advance Your Career and Make More Money."
(Mmmrfmf ...pop-up ad annoying...Am not finding Spirit Balanced, by this...)
"Top 5 Ways To Feng Shui Your Bed" -- okay, that's enough.
But I did like these photographs, which come up under the googling of "feng shui" --
urban minimalist chic
That top photo shows a simple serving tray set on a hassock -- I remember I was seeing different versions of that image in various magazines and then one day I saw it at somebody's house. It was the first time I'd seen the idea recreated in reality, in someone's actual living room.
I assumed the wife had arranged it thus, because the husband was incredibly irritated by it. (It's just a serving tray on a hassock, not a terrorist wired for mayhem, or an influx of flies -- I mean, things could be worse. [Of course I did not say this.])