Today as I swept the steps leading down to the Little House, I meditated.
I breathed in through my nose envisioning pure white light entering my body, I breathed out through my mouth envisioning black smoke leaving my body.
I noticed what muscles I was using. Sweeping uses many different muscles.
I noticed that I sweep any time I want to make progress with the House and its development. Seeing the clean steps gives the impression to the whole place ‘this place is cared-about’ and encourages additional care to come to it.
I put the holly leaves (pointy spines and all!) in the compost pile so they return to the soil and enrich it with the nutrients the tree created over the year.
Each time I sweep, there is something to sweep. Stewardship is an important task, so that all that accumulates will be diminished gradually. Stewardship helps prevent overwhelm, makes good things possible.
Wishing you the courage to be a Steward of the Earth and of your own life.
I believe there are two camps when it comes to cleaning and clearing.
There’s the “I’m only going to clean for 15 minutes” idea which works for some, as it focuses the attention and releases one from attachment to the result or expectation of perfection.
And there is the “I will put away (or get rid of) 10 things” camp which works best for me, because it provides the same blessings mentioned above as well as a simple and definite goal. I don’t have to break my neck trying to vacuum the whole house in 15 minutes or ‘have the place spotless’ by the end of my cleaning. I have the satisfaction of knowing I removed 10 things that had been standing in the way (and it doesn’t matter which ten) and am 10 new open spaces closer to my goal of cleanliness.
Serenity can be attained regardless of your surroundings, as it is entirely reliant upon one’s attitude and willingness to be happy.
So when I said I would post photos of the new fire pit, I wasn’t expecting to have a cool story to go along with them!
We made our way to Lowe’s this past Saturday and looked around. Dad saw a fire pit and said if there was a larger one that was exactly the same, he would buy it. There weren’t any on the ‘floor’ so we thought we might be going home. We asked for help and were shown a larger one, exactly what we were looking for!
We strapped the box to the roof-rack with twine and checked that it was solidly on there.
Halfway home, a convertible pulls up next to us, its college-age passengers shouting. We could see that they were holding the fire pit box! I was in disbelief- after all, we didn’t hear it fall- did they catch it as it flew off the roof? How could that be possible?
We rolled down the window and heard “We got the same one you did!” (whew!) and asked
“Where did you get yours?” It turns out that they went to a different hardware store, and paid $60 more than we did. Whew. They were nice. And I’m really glad our box was still strapped to the roof!
So I set it up, and was reminded of the phrase ‘simple, but not easy’. I held the supporting ring and legs while twisting twelve bolts into place (could have used a hand!) and then stacked the elements one on top of the other. It looks great, and it came with a cover that has a drawstring… with all the crazy storms we’ve had lately, that drawstring is essential.