repository for the occasional perambulatory rumination

i fall into a rhythm. . . eventually.

i am reluctant to start projects, dreading the inevitable interruptions. what will someone need next? how long will i have before i am beckoned away? will i ever really finish?

begin the way you intend, acey says. and so i begin.

84 small panes of glass. 3 squirts with the left hand. 3 wipes with the right hand. i work from left to right, up to down.

squirt, squirt, squirt. wipe, wipe, wipe. i continue.

when i finished the 84 panes, i think they probably need me to do it again.

but, really: do they need it or do i?

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Comments

4 Responses to “cleaning the old door as meditation”

  1. Acey on January 30th, 2009 11:23 pm

    so the big question is where did you do this? In another house? The same one? Been thinking about you every day and wondering, wondering, wondering.

  2. jeanne, herself on January 30th, 2009 11:32 pm

    it was there. the new house, the to house. it’s so confusing being between here and there! thought we only have a card table and 4 of the most uncomfortable chairs you can imagine, and though it’s sometimes annoying to wear the same clothes over and over (we do have enough clean underwear to last another 3 days), i have to say that i’m enjoying this sparse-style life. at least some of the time i am. it’s crazy.

  3. quiltdivajulie on January 31st, 2009 10:07 am

    Wax on, Wax off, Daniel-san…

    Like winter or illness, sometimes we need slow, sparse, nearly-empty in order to regain our footing and refill our souls.

    Best wishes on the journey

  4. jeanne, herself on January 31st, 2009 10:27 am

    “nearly-empty”. i like that, julie. i think it takes running on “nearly empty” to realize that we never are actually near empty . . .

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