Yesterday we cleaned the old place. I found old dreams floating in the air by the windows and caught up high against the wall in the corners. I took a beat up sponge and wet it down with some simple green and I wiped them up. I rinsed the sponge under some very hot water, and rung it out. The scalding felt good on my hands. Cleansing. I did it again and again, until the place was cleaner than I found it, all those dreams ago.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
It goes like this
Yesterday we cleaned the old place. I found old dreams floating in the air by the windows and caught up high against the wall in the corners. I took a beat up sponge and wet it down with some simple green and I wiped them up. I rinsed the sponge under some very hot water, and rung it out. The scalding felt good on my hands. Cleansing. I did it again and again, until the place was cleaner than I found it, all those dreams ago.
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To leave a place more beautiful than I found it is a good practice.
ReplyDeleteI recently cleaned my tiny old apartment which had become crowded and rather neglected in the last months of my living there. Cleaning is not that fun for me and I thought it would be drudgery.
Instead, memories flooded in of how when I moved in, the small coziness had been exactly what I needed, and how vital it had been to my healing. I found myself wanting to leave it sparkling, and hoping that it would be just what the next tenant needed, as it had been for me.