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.
Posted by Sonia Lyris at 10:25 PM
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To leave a place more beautiful than I found it is a good practice.ReplyDelete
I 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.