Feng Shui is such a tired topic that I hate to recommend anything having to do with it. I haven't Feng shui'd my house (could never imagine that) and I have a hard time believing that a certain object placed in a certain corner of my house will make all the difference in my love life. Besides, almost every Feng Shui book I've ever paged through seemed to scream that it was written by some unintuitive, unimaginative person who was so eager to get a contract for a book that would have an evergreen shelf life in a groovy new-age store that he or she lifted all the basic tips out of another, already published book on Feng Shui.
I did say almost every book. When I think of all the influential things I've read in recent years, two Feng Shui books by Karen Kingston rank up there, much as my intellectual self hates to admit it. Whenever I take the time to clean under my couch or clean the receipts out of my wallet, I am reminded of Kingston's book, "Clear Your Clutter with Feng Shui," which focuses not so much on the different corners of your home as on all the stuff you hold onto, often unnecessarily, and what it says about you. Old love letters from someone who broke your heart? Throw them out. Old clothing you paid a lot for but haven't worn in years? Give it all away. Now.
Kingston says it's all about creating a positive relationship with the space you inhabit and making room for good, new things to flow in. We can't really explain how it works, but we seem to intuitively know that it does, whether we are hoarders, emotionally clutching onto something from our past, or minimalists, which in its most extreme form can signal an unwillingness to have the good things that arrive in our lives stick around.