I've always had a hard time keeping on top of anything that requires maintenence. Lately I've been realizing how much I crave routine, and feeling like I have time for the simple basics of life; reading a book, weeding my garden, learning how to bake bread. The more I think about the disorganization I feel in my life, and how it relates to the disorganization in my head, the more I feel compelled to make domestic endeavors a spiritual practice.
"Some, like me, are just beginning to guess at the powerful religion of ordinary life, a spirituality of freshly mopped floors, and stacked dishes and cloths blowing on the line" Adair Lara
This morning I began with dishwashing and floor mopping, metaphorically giving myself a clean slate for the day. When I approach housecleaning, or any chore, this way, it gives me a chance to clear my mind too, gives room for new thoughts. It becomes an exercise in mindfullness rather than a chore. I like it. With such a small house, it's especially important to maintain on a daily basis. it also males me think about other things that need maintenence on a daily basis, like relationships. Leave them alone for too long and you're left with a dusty stack of intentions. So here's to dishrags, mops, lawnmowers and all instruments of spacial and mental clarity.