wednesday night~~(dedicated to divaheart)
Cleaning, a woman's meditation....None of us like to clean...but, once we start, there is a beauty, a peace, to cleaning...We start because we can't stand the clutter anymore, we see it as a symbol of our lives...cluttered, dirty, uncared for...a state that not a woman i know can tolerate for long. The dirty fingerprints along the front door become a lover's betrayal, the ring around the tub our financial worries...and the pile of laundry, spilling from the basket and growing like fungus on the bedroom floor...our inability to take charge of our lives.
So, we clean. We clean hard, too.On hands and knees, we attack the dirt that a quick "pick-up-the-house-it's-fine" doesn't even begin to cover.
With each swipe of the cloth, with each spray of bleach, we clean away our sorrow, and our anger, our tears incorporated into the scent of disinfectant, and we make things...Clean.
We become the women that we want to be.(We dream this as we clean) Our children are happy, our partners revel in our perfection. Our makeup is perfect, and our careers are fortune 500 dreamscopes.
We clean some more. Tired, now, we realize that we cannot change our lover's betrayals, our anxieties about money, our children's sucesses or failures, our makeup, the size of our bums, or the fact that our careers might be just a way to survive.
But, a sweet, clean scent wafts through the house. All is in order, and our homes look like just that...well cared for, tidy, HOMES....not the dives we felt hopeless in when we started.
What did we accomplish? Probably saved a few boyfriends, children, and bosses...The cleaning time didn't just make us tired, it gave us time to think, to meditate, to really decide what needed to be an issue, and what, well...just needed a bit of a scrub..... Later....