"When worry manages to work its way into my life, I've
learned to clean away my troubles or put polish on my let-go by mopping my
floor or hanging high my laundry. For some reason, the utilitarian act
of being on my knees or hanging garments on a line changes my brain
chemistry. I become a problem solver. I remember to step
back. Worry can be paralyzing (Ang here, it does not have to be and
that is where my praying comes in while cleaning). Even a bit of worry
can make a dirty floor seem inconsequential, laundry beside the point.
But once I muster up my "get it done, you will feel better" attitude,
mopping without a mop, on my hands and knees, is just the kind of get-down
work I often need. A lot like prayer, it shifts my outlook. Where the hand goes, the brain knows. Maybe around and around kneads the angst from my brain like a masseuse working a muscle cramp?. Maybe it's the hot water hand-dip. However it works, it always ends up being more than a clean floor.
Likewise, shaking clothes and hanging them out to dry is more than laundry... Maybe it's the sky and wind and the lack of gravity. Stuffing garments into a dark dryer removed from light doesn't resurrect me like the work of bend, lift, snap, pin. Displaying my garmets outside along a taut line, like prayer flags, pulls me together every time. No wonder political flags fluttering in a breeze can unite entire
Simple mundane cleaning chores can mop up
your life's grit (Ang here, we can all use some of that, can't we?)
Worry and woe can be shaken out. (Ang again, no add some prayer with
God and see what happens) Life's wear and tear can be hung to fly!"
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God"
Have a blessed summer day!