Convo with my magic genie hailing from Denver, CO …

Genie: (talkin’ ’bout a tarot card called “the tower”)

The Tower.  In a moment it is over. In a moment the false structures and beliefs come tumbling down, suddenly, violently and all at once. There is not to be intense and profound grief that hydrates fear in this rude awakening, quite the contrary.  Smoke clears on this your new playing field!  Resistance to change has been torn down . . . BY FORCE IF NECESSARY.  Breathe.  Breathe deeply!  Long exhales.  The only thing left is the truth of what simply is . . . NOW.  Forget your preconceptions.  The components of them that really infuse your vision will never leave.  You have made room for something new.  You can build with that!  No-one said this one’s going to be easy.  Your whole life may have just turned upside down.  Breathe the change.  Set forms for new foundations under your new dreams as you may have just accomplished the ones you had! A pond turning over is stinky and tumultuous.  And, though the pond may be more fertile the next day, the next day is not yet here.  For your own sake, and take this to heart: remember that throughout the duration of the event it is still a pond.  Search yourself.  The truth is there.  Nothing can destroy that in you.  Look to your truth for courage.  Breathe the change.  Build.  This could take a while.  And, if you can accomplish your life’s mission during your life . . . you’re not thinking big enough.  Trust yourself.  What do your strokes look like now.  Smile with no spite.

Me: Dang, tarot card or no tarot card, sounds suspiciously like … my life!

I really love your tower card … it is so fascinating because of course it at first sounds negative and then the interesting part comes when it says:

Smoke clears on this your new playing field!

And I am clearing clearing clearing like mad amidst Mr. Payne in his Hummer limo. Doctor is back from vacation tomorrow, looking forward to seeing her sorry ass! Leavin’ me for two weeks, damnit!!!   How dare she vacation in lovely wherever-she-went!

When she was gone, I fell down the stairs and grew a baseball-sized ball on the back of me, can you get over that? So I had to stop the pain medication because whatever was in the pain med was stopping the ball from diminishing because it was an (antidiuretic or a somethin’-somethin’ that will retain water and calcium and not let it leave your ball!   DAMN! I am officially a walking disaster!

Not really. I am really a happy person (seriously!) and if not for Mr Payne I would not be getting rid of ALL this stuff, motivated to do so, it is SO SO SO SO great!!!  I have had to make so many changes because of his ass and they are really good changes which will take a long time to get into place but they are worthy changes for a girl to make. So yaay!

Genie: (genie’s comments have been edited for brevity

(Wo)Man do you feel your life fully!

The smoke clears on this your new playing field! . . . like great shots of Anthony pitching . . . except older with YOUR rockin’ way!

I’d love to orchesterate your space . . . and then I think . . . you aren’t Hummer’ing your situation . . . you just about have a TEREX truck. . . F’IN HUGE piece of machinery you’re driving with YOU!

& upon further reflection . . . you should not refer to yourself as a disaster . . . heretofore it is deemed that Col is until further notice (from her herself ) “a beautiful wreck” . . . and THAT’s THAT! 

Hmm, let me try ‘n make it brief (gooood luck, Col! )

Long and bizarre story but I can’t take the pain meds for a week so OUCH Mr Payne is here parked on my head in a stretch limo but I’m not partying with him, I’m up and doing what I need to do and attempting to ignore his champagne-drinking ass! Hope he ties one on and then turns in early!

They got rid of this toxic mold, it was determined that I’ve been sick because of it … I’m still very ill … wondering if other things are also involved or perhaps it just got so bad that it will take a long time to resolve itself … I spent a week away from the house which I guess wasn’t enough time to get well, silly me I had thought I would feel better when I was elsewhere! Not so, not so!

Been doin’ LOTS o’ work at the house … just YESTERDAY while clearing a closet at the OTHER end of the house, where they said they found NO mold, I found mold absolutely ENGULFING one of my art portfolios, it was COVERED with mold of all sorts, white fluffy mold and black mold and even this funky YELLOW mold (yellow??) and was just the most horrendous looking stuff … so far gone … how could they not have picked that up on their indicators? I had said that I felt something was wrong in that area and they had said “no.” Anyway, glad to know this and to be able to address it.

Ok so this is not brief. Big surprise!   

I am *so* in go-go-go mode, so in addressing-it mode, super-motivated, feeling really good about it, sure Mr Payne is having a blast but I am feeling really happy which is weird but good. I am getting rid of so much stuff that I didn’t need and clearing and I think I needed to clear. If Mr Payne wasn’t so bad I wouldn’t have had the pressure to do this. He’s a big motivator.

So I’m doin’ the Payne Dance, which is sorta like the reverse rain dance

A magic genie came down from above and helped me unpack my well-stocked trunk this weekend, which I had not dared peek in for about a year … except for the day I backed up to the industrial-sized beach garbage can fully intending to just dump the whole load right in there.

But you know how it is … there was the tiny pink flower the little girl gave me with her initial embroidered on it … and TW’s unusually-warm gigantic leather jacket that he declined the return of which a girl could really use on a freezing winter day when she’s desperately cold because she refuses to buy anything other than cute jackets herself, not warm ones … and then there are the things you can make this from or that from and the things you can give to this child or to that adult and on and on … so as I’m sure you already can imagine, two little things went into the industrial-sized garbage can and the rest went pitifully back into aforementioned sardine-can car trunk.

How EVER … this weekend was different.

THIS weekend I had a magic genie at my side. (Aren’tcha jealous? He can be rented out for parties and special events for a fee … a mere $700 hotel stay plus $400 plane fare should just about do it … a pittance for the feeling of freedom you get when you’re staring in awe at your newly clear car trunk that you haven’t seen the bottom of in years! I got mine for free, how did I get so lucky, huh?)

For those who cannot afford a magic genie, here are some tips:

Phrases like this come in handy. Your genie-impersonator should say something like this about every minute or two as you pick up random things from your stack of shi … um … important-things-you-need-to-keep-in-your-trunk. It’s good to say these things with kindness and fun, with punch, authority, and vigor as if “hell yes, this is true! Let’s keep moving since we already know the answer to that one!”

• “This is great! You’ll really feel free if you let go of that!”
• “Do you really need it?”
• (if you have magazine with art ideas in them) “You have your OWN ideas!” said with this rolling-of-the-eyes face like, “oh come ON now, YOUR ideas are SO much better, too! Who needs these crummy ideas!”
• “Hey, wow, I’m so impressed! You’re doin’ great! I didn’t think you’d do so good, wow, wow, look at you go!”
• “Wow, you are the PRINCESS of clearing-out! I had no idea!”
• If they’re really good, they can even throw in a “hey, you want this?” for a particularly useless item, to give you the power-trip of saying, “NO, THROW IT OUT, AARGH!” as you plow through. It’s really quite an experience.

Powerful, refreshing feel-good stuff to remind yourself of, from Peter Walsh … you know, the guru from Clean Sweep, who wrote It’s All Too Much: An Easy Plan for Living a Richer Life with Less Stuff. He’s amazing. He could motivate the worst pack rat to Martha-it-up.

• The single most important factor in deciding what you should have in your home is clear: Does this item enhance and advance the vision I have for the life I want or does it impede that vision?
• Imagine the life you want to live and ask yourself, “How does your home serve your notion of the life you wish you had? Do the things you own help you achieve that life or distract from that vision?”
• Every item filling your home should move your life vision forward and serve a real function … one that you can explain without making excuses. (Col’s side note: This part makes me laugh because I can completely recall in the past picking up a “thing” and giving this long detailed explanation for why it really and truly should be here in my house … way too long and way too detailed for it’s value … like the desperation of the explanation belied the fact that it was a complete and utter EXCUSE! If it were true, I would need no explanation, the reason would just be so strong, no rationalization would be needed. I’d just pick it up and keep it, period end of story. Am I right?)
• Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.
• Trust me when I tell you that it will be a life changing experience. The liberation is astounding. What you are doing is taking the power out of the things you own and bringing it back to yourself. You own these things. They don’t own you.
• It’s about helping people see what it is that they need, love, honor and really use in their homes. Once these items are identified, what’s left has no place in the house. If you understand that from the clutter and disarray you are going to unearth those things that are most important in your life like a thrilling archaeological dig, then what we are doing is the most positive and exciting thing you have done for yourself in a long time.

See what I mean? Isn’t Peter Walsh soo cool?

By the way, I highly recommend paying the $1100 for the magic genie. If you do, then send him on over to my house afterwards, I have an art studio to tackle next.