surprised, again

12 31 11

i cleaned house yesterday.
not metaphorically
but literally.
i hadn’t planned to,
but my self
whispered
“clean, clean”
and so i did.

my self cautioned me:
“clean it
lovingly”
and so i did.
i cleaned
not because
i had to
but
because
i wanted to.
i love this space
i call sacred,
and
cleaning it
with love
makes
all the difference.

i can feel it.

after i’d mopped
the floors,
i looked at
the pail of
dirty water
and my self said
“go. toss it outside.”
and so i did.

last night
as i roamed the blogiverse,
i happened upon this:
a note on facebook
from my friend liz:
“we threw buckets of water outside,”
she wrote
“a Habana tradition, I’m told.
Cleansing,
getting rid of anything
we don’t want in the new year.”
and,
having never, ever
been further south
than naples, florida,
i am
surprised
once again
at how
far and wide,
how deep
my self
knows,
at how
much we are
connected.

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i am hatching an idea – something i’d sure hoped to be ready to tell you about today, but alas. life being what it is and all, it’ll have to wait till tomorrow. maybe even the next day.

10 Comments

  1. Mark

    Wonderful. All the way around.

    • wholly jeanne hewell- chambers

      Thank you, Mark. That means a lot coming from your talented self.

  2. Angela

    I love this story of interconnectedness.  And we’re definitely going to have to work on your traveling south of Naples!

    • wholly jeanne hewell- chambers

      Ha – a trip beyond Napes sounds really good to me!

  3. Anonymous

    I LOVE cleaning, going through my closet, and organizing my calendar on NYE and the first few days of the new year. To me, that’s the best way to start the year. 🙂

    • whollyjeanne

      There is something quite satisfying about it, right? Happy New Year, Sugar!

  4. Julie Daley

    there’s that word again. it does seem to fit you, my dear!

    • whollyjeanne

      Thank you – “stay” is growing on me, and “surprise” tickles me every single time. xo

  5. Theplushgourmet

    It was that way here too. Unpacked things for the shop and was left with a big pile of paper and boxes that had seen much better days.  Normally they would have waited till morning to go to the burn pile, but self whispered very loudly “Get your boots on and get them OUT of here – they are not needed”.  So back and forth across the mud to the burn pile I went till they were all out of my house.  Now I see why 🙂

    • whollyjeanne

      I LOVE that! We are connected in all sorts of ways, aren’t we, Sugar?

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