Third in a series of prompts for walking the path of relationship to self, creativity and the divine imagination....
"How do you decorate your soul?
Decorate it now..."
"How do you decorate your soul?
Decorate it now..."
posted by Emily Hanlon at 5:47 AM
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I've been in a rut for some time now and this prompt just gave me a little burst I totally didn't expect. I posted it below just to keep the karma going. I hope it's not too long.
Many thanks to the muse. :)
How do I decorate my soul?
Decorating my soul feels a little like decorating the basement. What for? Who’ll see it? How much will it cost me and who’s going to clean up all that clutter first? It’s an interesting idea though because it supposes we all have a clean palette ready to be painted and accessorized. I’m not so sure that’s the case. My soul, whatever and wherever it lies, has some color already on it. And it’s not quite sure who it’s growing up to be yet. There’s a constant struggle between who it’s inclined to be and who it would like to be. And the older this soul gets the more it seems likely that merging the two might never happen. So do you decorate it as you would an old house that’s never going to be new? Give it a paint job and some new curtains. How about a photo of the dog in black and white to give it that shabby chic Pottery Barn flavor? But the floor still creeks, especially at night when you’re trying not to wake the baby. The mold still grows beneath the plaster walls and it never quite feels like the nice neat new homes with very clean baseboards and the smell of gardenia coming from the hidden air fresheners that never smell the same in the outlet of a musty old soul, I mean house.
But I’ve always been partial to old houses anyway. More character, history and the occasional ghost floating around make things interesting. So come to think of it, why dress it up and hide all that charm? Let’s complement the oldness, not decorate it. Let’s add my grandmother’s framed needlepoint that says Home Sweet Home and pile up my old yard sale books on the shelf and under the coffee table. As a matter of fact, I’m going to pull down my wooden Betsy Ross lamp from the attic. There’s no shame in being a fan of Americana now is there? And so what, I bought a discount Buddha statue from the Craft warehouse place. It relaxes me and my soul and it fits right in. Add the smell of meatballs with extra garlic and a big pot of sauce on the stove, the sound of a few screaming kids and presto.
Now isn’t that a soul to die for?
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