Cleaning and Musing

Contrary to my plan of going to the office to write, I find myself still at home. Writing, just not grants.

I engaged in a bout of stream-of-consciousness cleaning, and now I feel better. That’s my own term. It’s when I wander about the house, cleaning something in every room I go into and letting task open onto task. If I stay at it for a while, eventually the rooms are tidied, I’ve swept, I’ve dusted, I’ve polished mirrors and scrubbed sinks and used wet towels to wipe floors and then started laundry and so on.

I’m grounding myself in the quiet and solitude after such an engaged weekend. I lit candles with a prayer for peace. I listened to Cuts You Up about 15 times. Every now and then, I stop to do an asana or chant a few Om’s. By putting my environment in order, I give myself space to come to relaxation and creativity. I honor the Niyma of Saucha - cleanliness. The automatic movements of cleaning free my brain to wander and imagine.