Spare moments these days are spent trying to get the scum that won’t come off the kitchen floor.
They are spent pounding nails into the wall, hanging up one picture at a time, adding some color.
They are spent forgetting where my car keys are, and turning on the wrong light switch.
They are spent remembering that I really do need to get another soap dispenser for the second bathroom!
These moments are simple, yet recurring moments in my newly moved state.
Yet, there’s something special about this state, even though I would like to the to-do list checked off as quick as possible.
I love to create order, to organize, to make sense out of piles and trash. Even I love the throw the books to the side for awhile, and engage in manual labor, and be nourished by the rhythm of the mop, the placing of the fingers so exactly as to not be hit by the hammer.
I love creating spaces that feel simple, yet sacred. Thought goes into creating an environment that feels calm and restorative, a place where honesty and vulnerability can slowly heal, both myself and others.
Slowly, but surely, my office is becoming a place of both joy and resolve, of writing and rest. For writing inspiration, I have put hopeful quotes by Allison (please, please check out her blog here), in frames and hung them to the right of my desk. These are my simple reminders that writing is worth it, and that it’s healing for me and others.
What simple moments are full of meaning for you right now?