The seventh day of the week...and a day of rest.
Well, not really.
I've had family visiting all week from out of state.
My house is a mess.
And before I can do anything else with my life today, I need to go through my house-cleaning ritual to keep my sanity intact.
Cue the music. Classic Rock. And away I go, singing to the likes of Led Zeppelin, Clapton, Tom Petty, and others. In this ritual, I:
1. Strip all beds, put on fresh linens, and wash blankets, too.
2. Scour bathrooms.
3. Sanitize kitchen.
4. Dust all furniture, including blinds and window sills.
5. Swiffer all floors, vacuum them, then wash them thoroughly, including baseboards.
6. Open all windows while cleaning to let in fresh air and remove staleness.
7. Burn a sage smudge stick and sandalwood incense to remove any trapped or negative energies, then bless the house.
And, yes, I do use the mop handle as a microphone when I'm singing.
I know. Odd choice of words. Liberating is probably the last word people would use to describe the cleaning process.
But when people visit, you never know what they are going to bring energetically. Sometimes their energies change the whole dynamic in the house, and when they leave, that energy lingers, making things feel a bit crowded...until I go on my cleaning spree.
As I cleanse my house, I reclaim the energy it is used to living with. I reclaim the peace and calm I'm used to living with. I free myself in the process after having had to change my routines to accommodate others.
Don't get me wrong. I love when my family visits. But I'm glad to reclaim my space when they leave so I can continue to do all the things we do in private but never admit.
Maybe cleanliness is next to godliness.
Or maybe I'm just a clean-freak at heart.
Whatever the case, there's a certain sacramental quality to cleaning that leaves me completely cleansed despite the sweat and Pine Sol that drips from me.
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