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rfmcdonaldLast night, I read Karen Kingston's book Creating Sacred Space With Feng Shui while I was on the exercise bike at the UPEI gym. (I get a lot of reading done that way; I've nothing else to do.) It is an interesting book, in the manner of its school, talking about the need to clear accumulated energies from rooms and houses through strategically placed handclapping and incense and Balinese bell-ringing and whatnot. It's silly: there's no demonstrated peer-reviewed scientific proof that energies can accumulate in such a way, and can be dissipated in such a way. And yet, I'm planning on following many of Kingston's suggestions. Why? Quite simply, because it is ritual that works. She recommends that you clean your residence thoroughly, that you take stock of your personality and your environment, that you do things in such a way that you constantly examine everything related to you. We all know that a rolling stone gathers no moss, and through following Kingston's prescriptions you're certainly not to be weighed down by accumulated baggage. It's quite refreshing to read, in fact; I felt my shoulder muscles, always tense, release as I read last night.
Josef Skvroecky's novel An Inexplicable Story is a book that I've just finished today, just over an hour ago. (An interview with this Czech-Canadian author is available here.) All that I can say is that it is an excellent book, beginning with the question of how did fragments from a 1st century CE Latin manuscript make it to a 4th century CE Mayan ruin, and continuing through meditations on early Roman Empire sexuality and the true fate of Ovid on the Pontic (now Black Sea) to further spectacularly meanderings. I felt in Eternal Light. Read it, and you'll be much improved.
Josef Skvroecky's novel An Inexplicable Story is a book that I've just finished today, just over an hour ago. (An interview with this Czech-Canadian author is available here.) All that I can say is that it is an excellent book, beginning with the question of how did fragments from a 1st century CE Latin manuscript make it to a 4th century CE Mayan ruin, and continuing through meditations on early Roman Empire sexuality and the true fate of Ovid on the Pontic (now Black Sea) to further spectacularly meanderings. I felt in Eternal Light. Read it, and you'll be much improved.
