Sunday, February 03, 2008

The Qi That Rides The Wind

I’m what you might call deeply insensitive (as opposed to people who believe in spirits, who are usually referred to as “sensitives”). I couldn’t tell a spirit from a washing line. What I mean is that there was just something odd about the décor of the house.

It was purple for a start, various shades of purple, from light purple on the walls, to dark purple on the skirting board, with flimsy maroon scarves scattered all over the place, shrouding out light fittings and cast about seemingly casually over the backs of all the chairs. Also the room was full of crystals, table fountains and wind-chimes dangling in inconvenient places at the entrance to most of the rooms....

1 comment:

Aquila ka Hecate said...

It wasn’t Feng Shui or Druidry our householder needed, it was a psychiatrist.

Hah! Yes!

Well said, that man.

Terri in Joburg