with ablutions and devotions
and it turns out that the whole day is devotions,
both the cleaning and the stillness.
The silence is complete in the “now I can hear all the meadow noises” sense
and the space is expansive
and choosing to do each thing feels like an act of power and authority.
Caring for my home,
caring for my own spirit,
caring for the dogs.
Blessing this tiny piece of world called myself.