…as I formally begin tonight’s meditation, I walk mindfully in my home, and pause, and know that it is a sanctuary. My home was not always at such a level of peace and respect.. In reflection, before I made it my sanctuary, it was a bit on the restless side. It is, with right action, and understanding, that a change in behavior, thought, and attitude, which manifested a home, in a state of positive self-refection. AUM sweet AUM.
It was definitely a chore! I used to have much doubt and sloth about, the process of cleaning house, but I went through a process of learning to clean mindfully. The chore, has become joyful, and it is now with with compassion, that I care for my home, I now take care of it with true effort. However, I still find an occasional dust bunny. I consider the art of cleaning as part of my AUM.
The AUM, represents creation, maintenance, transformation/destruction( a small simple part of AUM, pronounced OM). What a great way to be, to maintain the cleanness of the home, creating an rich ingredient for my home -based sanctuary. When I acquired my new found cleaning products, I felt as if I was on the verge of creating something from the unreal, to reality.
With the new cleaning products I moped mindfully. Feeling my posture, the gravity of my balance, seeing, my very mussels at work, I noted my bones were moving in my skin, I could feel my heart internally start to pick up it’s beat, I also became aware of the color of the mop, a red one, the feel of the mop, held by my griping hands.
I witnessed the evolving work as it unfolded. The kitchen floors, the off white kitchen floors were becoming clean, and I was doing it, feeling love and respect for my self, my home and to honer my loved one’s. I noted some restlessness, as I have learned to, paused, went back to my breathing,, and hearing sound, and stayed with the right effort of the moment. I understand the action was a benefit for my homely livelyhood. Yes a mop, a cool tool for cleaning. I felt that there was less fiction as I moped, with the solution; I made, The moping of the floor became a journey instead of ,well, just moping the floor. I moped,. Simply I mop. I began to carry, it, this way, into all my house cleaning chores. Today I am more motivated to clean house. The result, as a rich ingredient, for my sanctuary, transformed into a healthy desire to be clean. There are still some aversions at times; “they” say it takes 21 days to form a new habit,. and I try to be on time, once a week, and a whole deep clean, once a mouth ,and considering the new year, “ I am due”.,To clean and to remember to do it mindfully again, yes ,come back again. Because, I have come to know this is right, for me. If I miss that day, it’s ok. I make it up another day, to clean, simply to clean. Well if I’m sick or something that’s ok.
After The first party I had in my apartment, my home, my sanctuary, my refuge, what a mess So unorganized. It felt like my sanctuary had been destroyed or rather transformed into chaos. There were dirty used germy cups every were,plates that were crumby , scattered through out,. And much to my chagrin the restroom had vomit in it, And let’s just say there was a lot of rubbish every where, chaos for a humble abode.
Through right understanding I came to a conclusion that yes, I was happy to have my kyana Mitta’s, my spiritual friends around even though they left a mess. I tried to motivate my self to bring back the sanctuary, Going back to that level of maintenance seemed cumbersome, and precarious.. Usually I don’t meditate in a freaking messy place, I have a slight aversion to mess. On a messy scale it was about an 8 my aversion was about a 5, to sit and , yes meditate in the messy chaos of my home at first was a chore. I cleared a space and concentrated on the breath for a half hour I oped my eyes and mindfully Restored my sanctuary.