As the lady from Poltergeist said, "This house is clean."
I spent the day cleaning house yesterday. Inside and out. With the craziness of the last two months culminating in euthanizing our cat Thursday, it was time to take the proverbial bull by the horns and get back to life as we know it. I have not had a really good clean since well before we left for vacation and it was overdue. I derive great pleasure from the mundane. Always have.
(As an aside: I am clear that there is also a control element involved with this, but my therapist says it's a healthy coping mechanism)
Cleaning the counters, the stove, floors, vacuuming. And taking care of this new, beautiful back yard space. I swept stones, dead headed flowers, re-distributed mulch, trimmed wisteria and grasses back, did minor tree pruning and watered. All these tasks done as a moving meditation bring can bring you in touch with something very base. Focused completion of a task. I'm not sure what to call it, but it works for me in a way that little else does.