so… I met a Feng Shui Master yesterday.

seriously.

people that follow the principles of Feng Shui believe the color pink means something. and, it’s related to Victoria Secret. so, Feng Shui isn’t necessarily arcane by it’s nature.

however, according to the Ballard Poll (I’ll stand in refusal to, otherwise, cite it, here), people that take the position of being serious about Feng Shui are typically self-entitled, a bit (well… more than a bit) snotty, bossy, and overly neat.

I’m bossy. and, I’ll toss in opinionated. I don’t know if I’m snotty. but, I do put on an unreasonable air of superiority, now-and-again.

in any event, I have found that, generally speaking, people that thrust upon us follow Feng Shui, bug me. that master (of his own domain) certainly did. he had a limp handshake and wore a cardigan. so, I’ll likely follow the aforementioned poll and hold “fengers” in a measure of disdain. If I knew many that could demonstrate that their practice(s) some how give them a clear advantage, I might surrender myself, more often, to said structure.

I’m neat in a cluttered way. I have eclectic tastes when it comes to decor as well as activities. I have a “Fenger” in our offices often, and she gets agitated by fast moving (and thinking) people. she is always trying to arrange things in my office. I think it’s okay to have books piled up on the floor. and, pictures. doing things on my terms works for me. so, that’s where I pull and push positive energy.

…never mind.

as matters stand, I’m declaring something of a victory, here. At home I’ve s defiantly shoved my working desk (By placing a Dragon on our desk, we can apparently bring the“Dragon’s Luck” to us as well as protect us from harmful energy) up against a wall with my back to a broad doorway. and, as I tap this missive into my Apple wireless keyboard, I’m doing so with the grim satisfaction that I’m something of a rebel.

peace be to my brothers and sisters.

brian patrick cork