I recently read a posting on Karen Rauch Carter’s Facebook page about opportunities and front doors. Karen is the author of “Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life”, a fabulous and easy-to-follow guidebook about using feng shui not only in your home, but your entire life.
The point of the posting was whether or not your front door allowed for opportunities to find you. A front door that you could not see from the street or wasn’t easily accessible from the street sidewalk did not allow for opportune energy to find you. Conversely having some measure of boundaries was also important, especially if you live at the end of a street or bend of a curve.
My front door clearly has both. I hadn’t consulted the book before transforming our front yard. It was the typical builder basic: grass, tree, three shrubs and bark. The front door was black. It is a cool-looking vertical house, but it needed a little. . .pizazz.
I’ve never been one to do things by halves. And there is certainly no doubt where my front door is and how to get to it. My sweetie and I made the hoop gate. Along with everything else you see.
The red door and red hoops very clearly open the path to opportunities. Red energy can work two ways, either draw energy to something or block energy from it. I set the intention for both: allow the good stuff and block the bad stuff.
Boundaries are set with the iron fence, yet you can see through it. Good personal energetic boundaries allow good things to flow into you, like love and abundance. A brick wall is not a good boundary, either in a yard or yourself. You quite literally shut yourself off from everything. So our fence allows the energy to flow. You can see the beauty inside, with the flowers and the landscape yet it blocks people and their peeing dogs from harming it. No more than you want a peeing dog in your inner landscape.
There are a pair of planters flanking both sides of the fence. A pair always represents good couple energy. Flanking the fence means we share our boundaries equally.
Along the fence line, we planted the more interesting species. Some rather erotic looking lilies and plenty of colorful tulips. None of which are blooming at this time. The tulip fest is done and the lilies haven’t opened their sleepy eyes yet. I think this demonstrates that we are not afraid of letting our more “colorful” side be right out front to the public eye. As it should be. Why should we hide the very best parts of our inner landscape?
And sometimes we shouldn’t hide the more difficult parts.