Moving Furniture Is Energy Work

Little by little, layer by layer, I am creating and refining this beautiful space of ours—home. It’s incredible how shifting energy can happen simply by rearranging items, changing their placement, and pairing them with different items.

I have often done this throughout my life, in all my homes, without fully understanding why—sometimes feeling compelled, almost driven or determined to do so. I’ve come to realize that part of myself—the beautiful version who needs order that reflects the space she is entering. It helps create the energy container I need.

It’s funny how one day, everything is exactly as it needs to be, and then one morning, I look around and realize it doesn’t work at all. It seems foreign or off. After rearranging, I breathe a sigh of relief and feel satisfied.

For a long time, I thought it was me venting steam. I was.

I wondered if it was OCD behavior. Probably.

Was it an unexpressed desire to create, to accept the artist within me, my life artist, and to let her express herself? Most likely.

I’ve always been moving furniture, paintings, accessories—trying to get it just right—spotting something off and needing to bring clarity to my chaotic mind. I am undiagnosed, self-diagnosed with ADHD. I forget that sometimes, amid all the other labels of living that don’t quite fit into the controlled, ‘this is how you are supposed to be and do’ world.

I spent most of my life terrified that I was crazy like my parents. Turns out, I am. It’s okay. I accept it. I am it. I love myself, finally. I am 62, and there are still parts of me hidden, afraid to see the light. I am learning patience, consistency, and gentleness to make myself acceptable, and I am embracing these gifts.

Now, I remember that moving furniture and creating a space where I can flourish is energy work—allowing sacred light and remembrance to flow in.