First, I'll admit, I'm pretty granola and into weirdo hippie things. I have my limits though. Very clear, I'm too pessimistic and cynical to be a hippy limits. Plus, I was a punk during my teenage years, so naturally, I would scoff at the idea of being a hippie. (Is it hippy or hippie? See, I don't even know.)
Anyway, I draw the line with certain things, but I find myself rolling my eyes at myself. One thing that I do that's really groan-worthy is...and I can't believe I'm admitting this...keeping an altar. I'm not religious, at all, and I'm not even what I'd consider "spiritual," but I'm a firm believer in having some sort of physical space to put things that you're into or inspire you, just so you can see them everyday, and be like, "hell yeah, I have these awesome physical things that embody who I am in some weird material way!"

Today, I took time and cleared it, and in some, weirdo, psycho-somatic way, I feel kind of better.

It's also important to treat your body like an altar. After clearing my altar, I put some fancy vegan lotion on and just relaxed. It's a shame that I don't remember to care for things until they're steeped in chaos, but that's how life goes.
Don't worry, I'll post recipes tomorrow, I promise!
I really like the idea of this. I'm on a mission to declutter my house and only have things I love. If something brings back blergh memories or stresses me out for some reason, out it goes. It's nice having things on display that you love and make you smile :D
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