Many, many years ago, having discovered in myself a flare for decorating, I took a few courses in Feng Shui, to embellish my portfolio! My plans to moonlight as an interior designer fell through, but the principles of Feng Shui and the special 'protective' pendant I bought on a field-trip to Chinatown, have remained with me to this day.
Along with perpetually clearing clutter and enhancing the Family and Reputation areas of my condo (I gave up on Love and Wealth corners) wearing black to important meetings is part of my ritual.
"Black is the colour of intimidation, power and strength, just like Ninjas!" Our instructor instructed us.
"You can protect yourself further by holding something red in front of your gut." He instructed further.
In the past few months, (since Bill 115) always anticipating a threat around the corner, I've worn out all my black garments. Not only they have turned into a dusty grey, but a few have even acquired a hole or two!
If I were a pupil, my mother probably would've written my teacher a note asking whether she knew why I had become so fearful and anxious. If I had a child in my classroom, displaying the same symptoms, definitely I would've sent home an inquisitive note. However, as adults, most of us do our best to shield others from our state of despair, until we break down.
Thank goodness for my heart-shaped protective pendant and Santa-red winter coat. They will come in handy tomorrow, while picketing on the sidewalk!
Teachers, bring out the Black, put on the Red! Must put Bill 115 to Bed!
Superstition can be a lifesaver - accepted and filed!
What have you accepted and filed today?
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