Mountain Springs

I had better admit right from the start – the title is a bit misleading. I have, after all, been involved in BDSM for many years and this incident took place this past week, still…
We have been involved for about a month but already it is serious (without losing its sense of humor). The “s” word has been used – at least as a joint goal. It is what passes in Israel for an LDR (long distance relationship) in that a certain physical distance separates us. So far I have been traveling to her lovely house (she is, among other things, an interior designer), but this week she came to my cluttered apartment. Yes I do tend towards understatement and “cluttered” is probably an understatement.
“Hi my name is Ru_vash and I am a packrat”
“Hi Ru_vash, we love you…”

It has been 3,927 days since I threw something away…

Anyway, there she was, collared, chained floor bed, etc. A good time was had by all (well I enjoyed myself anyway). But that isn’t the subject of this blog.
After.
Yes, there was an after.
Looking at the living room. “The object isn’t to change everything at once, it wouldn’t be right for you. We need to change a few things and let you live with them, then other changes will be right and natural.”
And:
“My specialty is changing things around without even going out and buying new things.”
At some point in decorating subspace my memory gets a bit fuzzy but I remember various disconnected sentences and actions:

“I won’t throw anything out”
“We will put things on the side for a while, later, in the middle of the night you will get the urge to go through them and throw out the things you don’t need”
“I need a box”
“Can you empty these drawers?”

My heart begins to beat faster and faster; I feel a certain weakness in the knees…

“What is most important to you right now: health, career, fame? The health will take care of itself”
I opt for career.

“Why is this gold clock not working, a stopped clock is very bad, do you need this”
“It was given to my father near his death” I answer, so it has meaning for me

“This wooden carving, handmade objects from cultures with supernatural beliefs can be dangerous”

“Find a place for all these video cassettes, I need this space”
“I have it! I want to take the bar things from underneath and put them where the videos are so we will put the videos where the bar things were”
I point out they won’t fit.
“They’ll fit” then sotto voce : “at least enough of them will…”

So this is subspace… I think as I feel a weakness coming over me. On the floor emptying the shelves of the videos (and inspecting, sorting and even throwing out a few) I repeatedly am chastised: “you work so slow!”
I note that she even sits uninvited on my furniture…

“This is only for starters, later we will change more and repaint…”
“Give me a serious budget for a new couch”

Objects get moved, I use my own focus on my task as a blindfold.

Fortunately my kids are coming for holiday dinner so at some point the session ends.
I find no significant physical marks on me.

Aftercare is somewhat more businesslike than I usually give. Sitting together on the couch that remains: “What do you feel?”

A few inane remarks about balance, and why a certain picture is there…

My wall for career stuff is very different, emptied the shelf of DVDs and in their place a couple photographs relating to part of my creative career, a photo of my grandfather, my father’s clock, a few artifacts and a horn of plenty that aside from its general symbolism and unknown to her means a great deal to me.
“ We place items connected with your ancestors on that wall because the presumption is that they want you to succeed.”

Though the 2 seat couch is currently wedged into the bedroom door, it is true that a wonderful space has been opened up.
“This will allow the energy to circulate, and one thing will lead to another.”
“Of all the alternative medicines, feng shui has been proven the strongest, it will unblock many things”.

I guess the aftercare is in the design.

Later my son helps me throw out the small couch, still there remain a few objects moved into nowhere land that will need a place or removal in the near future.

Certainly does feel better though.

Aftermath:
The evening after, I returned after a long lapse to taking a 40 minute brisk walk. Just felt the energy inside, that I had to. Of course, the cooler weather helped too.
Today, I started a blog. Not sure if that is progress, but it is new.
Tomorrow…..

Looking forward to my second session.