I’m getting a cold. It’s just a bit of a cold and you can’t even tell I have one other than I am wearing a robe
(sniff sniff) and a sort of pained look on my face (forced cough).
I spent yesterday doing homey things and I had a few appointments, all the time managing my “sort of” cold. While I do have to deal with my auto immune “thing”, at least it keeps me from getting really bad viruses. I just get “sort of” sick maybe once a year. Silver linings.
Feeling a little off, I wouldn’t say I was a whirlwind of activity. Rather, I did the pedestrian activities necessary and nothing more.
One such activity I forced upon myself was sweeping the breezeway. It’s not like I’m an especially tidy person. It’s that Finn, my errant puppy, has chosen to chew up sticks in front of the most frequently used door , the one between the garage and the house, and I just couldn’t take walking over the wood chips any longer. It seems like it’s bad feng shui.
So I had ever so slight a cough, and felt just a wee bit wan and I stood out in the cool air and slowly and methodically swept the breezeway.
I mention it because it was the best meditation I’ve had in ages. There is something sincerely soothing in our simplest efforts. There is something lovely and cathartic about everyday tasks.
“I don’t know where being a servant came into disrepute. It is the refuge of a philosopher, the food of the lazy, and, properly carried out, it is a position of power, even of love. I can’t understand why more intelligent people don’t take it as a career – learn to do it well and reap its benefits.”
John Steinbeck – East Of Eden
I hope today finds you with a broom or a cloth in your hands. I hope you take to a task that is simple and fulfilling. I hope you give service and in doing so, I hope you find peace and even love.