Oh the housework, the work that tears me away from my computer; the mundane sorting, cleaning, trimming, folding.. It piles up, it gets dusty, it clutters my rooms, it demands my attention, daily. The housework is the work of daily living, and since I live, daily, I am compelled to finish. My mind turns to autopilot, and my thoughts turn inward. Little snippets of the constant reminders to "pick up milk", and reassuring "library books due Wednesday, don't worry", flashing through my mind until the to-do list roll call quiets...for they are all things needing me, begging to be completed...and then, I feel a sense of sorting has already taken place. In the focusing of my mind to all things scattered in my consciousness, I have filed them neatly again. The never-ending has paused, through tedious washing of each plate, repetitive paths cutting the ever-growing lawn, the searching out and pairing of each sock, has helped me find temporary peace. The peace won't last, the demands are never-ceasing, but for now, yes for now there is again order, in my house.
So I will not gripe, or groan, as the leaves begin to fall, and I KNOW who will be raking each pile in the months to come.. No, because there is importance in each task-- the caring for your piece of the universe, your place you call home.. Clearing your mind, in such simple moments, without interruption of e-mails, tv schedule, texts..Feels good. Feels monotonous, for sure, but the end result is important. Until the next cup, keep smiling.
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