My soul knew why this was happening. I needed to let go of whatever was anchoring me in place, all the old things that were weighing me down. I needed to let go of the clutter I was holding onto–heavy, old, useless stuff that was preventing light from coming into my life. I needed to get rid of all of my old belongings, not just from the attic and basement, but from my mind and soul as well.
I asked Spirit to guide me during the letting go process. I asked for light to shine on all the things I needed to release. At the same time I experienced an incredible urge to clean and get my house in order.
My closet was holding outdated clothes, things that no longer fit me and outfits that were out of style. The attic was filled with lots of old things as well: papers and journals I had written in college, piles of magazines and 20-year-old text books, maternity dresses and baby clothes… And the basement was filled with even more stuff–lots of broken things that were just collecting dust.
There was something cathartic about what I was doing, letting go of things I no longer desired to own. As I went through boxes and bags and stacks of magazines, I felt extremely peaceful. I was aware that something beyond the physical act of cleaning was taking place. I wasn’t just throwing away old things; I was releasing the energy that was attached to them. Something spiritual was happening; messages were all around me. I was in the process of freeing myself from the past. I was making room for the here and now, because it was time to grow my soul. And it was up to me to make this happen–to make room for the light to come in.
There were huge boxes stacked next to the attic window that were blocking the sun. They had been there for years. In them were things that my family no longer needed: toys my husband was supposed to fix but never got around to, gadgets we had picked up at yard sales over the years but had completely forgotten about, little boy clothes I needed to give away… One by one, I unstacked the containers and looked through them. One by one, I carried them down the attic stairs and out the door. By the end of the day there was a ton of old stuff by the side of the road. And for the first time in a long time, light was shining through the attic window.
