Tuesday, May 10, 2011

mandalas, mess, mothering

backyard bouquet
i almost always want to apologize when someone enters my house. i see all the things that need doing; the dog hair, the piles, the unfinished business...but when i enter your house? i see beauty. even in the dirty dishes, i swear.
mixing flour
sometimes i fancy myself a tibetan monk; creating exquisite sand mandalas that are to be purposefully swept away. perhaps i could adopt a similar healing rite for when my work is undone? photographing a clean sink or a floury boy helps my perspective and gives me validation. but i'd love to replace "i just cleaned that!" with something a little more profound. bless this mess doesn't really cut it. any ideas?

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