Today is Sunday. I'm sitting at my writing desk listening to the rain fall. My grandpa built this desk for my dad 30 some years ago. I wonder, did he know he was building my writing desk? Did my dad know what it would become when he gave it to me?
Life is a series of curiosities.
There is a time and a season for everything. Today is the day to pause. To play. To write and maybe make a nice big batch of buckwheat pancakes.
When I talk about living residue free or clearing out our clutter I'm really talking about giving your spirit a little breathing space. Freedom. A day to sit, ponder and eat homemade buckwheat pancakes. Time and space with no agenda. Watch the clouds go by. Wait for a chicken egg to hatch. Open a book and then sleep with it in your lap. These are the pauses between our breaths. These are essential moments.
I love helping clear clutter. I love cleaning off the residues of life. We are all whole and perfect. My work is not to fix anything but to uncover it's essence. To help you clean off, clear out the residues of life that diminish your inner brilliance- that is my job, my passion and my life's mission.
My work is really two fold. Remove what doesn't belong. Nurture what wants to grow and thrive. Today, I'm a writer playing at my desk. Tomorrow a farmer pulling weeds and planting crops. Today I write not as part of my to-do list or master plan. I write because that is what makes me happy.
Now I think I'll grind up some buckwheat and make pancakes.
Wishing you time to breathe and play,
Denise
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
The irony of cleaning and life
As you probably already know, January 5 of this year we sold the cleaning part of our business to DA Burns of Seattle. After 25 years of being a professional cleaner-among other things-I'm now a retired cleaner. Laughing hysterically!! There is no such thing as a retired cleaner. Every morning I get up and brush my teeth, take a shower, clean my clothes, wash dishes, clean house, clean out the car, clean out my files, clean out my to-do list and my in box. Actually the only thing I have stopped when in comes to cleaning is getting paid to clean!!! Now any cleaning I do is for free. I'm a volunteer cleaner.
Does anyone besides me see the irony in this?
Tonight after cleaning out files all day, I cleaned my office. After "stopping" my cleaning profession, I took a bit of a vacation from my normal everyday cleaning. After all, I'm done cleaning, right? If only!!!! Life goes on and someone forgot to tell the dust bunnies I don't clean anymore.
Here is the thing. Cleaning is good for the soul. No matter how much you would love to give away your to-do list of cleaning. Cleaning makes your life feel better. It freshen up your space and therefore it freshens up your spirit. Cleaning brings clarity to your life and helps life make sense.
For most of my life cleaning seems to have followed me around. No matter how hard I have tried to ignore her, forget about her, turn my back on her and even despise her, she is always there for me. She is forever gently prodding me and offering me her wisdom.
As a girl on the farm, cleaning was on the very bottom of the totem pole. It was the last thing I wanted to do when there were fences to build and cows to feed. But somehow almost magically, I became a professional cleaner. Can you imagine that? Now after 25 years as a professional cleaner I have officially given up cleaning as my profession. And yet as I put thoughts to paper, it is pretty clear, cleaning is going to continue to be part of my life.
As I write this I remember when my grandma Lois was in her 90's, she told me "Denise, when it comes to cleaning, you might as well make the best of your time because it isn't going anywhere".
Now that I don't get paid to actually clean, maybe I can become a cleaning philosopher? A cleaning writer. Maybe a writer that tells good clean jokes!! I don't know, but I'm guessing my life as a cleaner is not complete, I am not retired. I just moved my stuff around so I could look at cleaning from yet another angle.
From my cleaning closet to yours, I wish your path of life's little chores to be one of friendship and not dread.
Denise
Does anyone besides me see the irony in this?
Tonight after cleaning out files all day, I cleaned my office. After "stopping" my cleaning profession, I took a bit of a vacation from my normal everyday cleaning. After all, I'm done cleaning, right? If only!!!! Life goes on and someone forgot to tell the dust bunnies I don't clean anymore.
Here is the thing. Cleaning is good for the soul. No matter how much you would love to give away your to-do list of cleaning. Cleaning makes your life feel better. It freshen up your space and therefore it freshens up your spirit. Cleaning brings clarity to your life and helps life make sense.
For most of my life cleaning seems to have followed me around. No matter how hard I have tried to ignore her, forget about her, turn my back on her and even despise her, she is always there for me. She is forever gently prodding me and offering me her wisdom.
As a girl on the farm, cleaning was on the very bottom of the totem pole. It was the last thing I wanted to do when there were fences to build and cows to feed. But somehow almost magically, I became a professional cleaner. Can you imagine that? Now after 25 years as a professional cleaner I have officially given up cleaning as my profession. And yet as I put thoughts to paper, it is pretty clear, cleaning is going to continue to be part of my life.
As I write this I remember when my grandma Lois was in her 90's, she told me "Denise, when it comes to cleaning, you might as well make the best of your time because it isn't going anywhere".
Now that I don't get paid to actually clean, maybe I can become a cleaning philosopher? A cleaning writer. Maybe a writer that tells good clean jokes!! I don't know, but I'm guessing my life as a cleaner is not complete, I am not retired. I just moved my stuff around so I could look at cleaning from yet another angle.
From my cleaning closet to yours, I wish your path of life's little chores to be one of friendship and not dread.
Denise
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