Summer, finally

I see I've been lax again on posting.

Spring lasted 32 minutes and we swung into summer in late May. Like everyone else, I was catching up on yard work (machete and boots) and housework (windows!). Well, that has meditative qualities too. My mom was a world-class Spring Cleaner. She'd strip beds, wash walls, pull out the pots and pans and scrub it all. The house smelled fantastic afterward. It was a rite of spring.

Me, not so much.
But I do focus my intention when I'm cleaning - not just removing dust and dirt, but on lifting the energy in the space. Just like your rooms can smell stale, the energy can get stale too. An open window with and a stiff breeze can start the process, and if you can smudge with sage, even better. (Note: walking through your house with a lit cigarette is NOT smudging. Just saying.)

So, now that the plants are planted, windows are washed and grass is at a manageable height, I have no excuses about missing a post.