I’ve just come from the stimulating experience of vacuuming the car. Something that I have putting off for far too long. Why is that? It's not painful, it didn’t cost anything and yet for some indiscernible reason I was happy to let the grime, the grit and the lolly papers accumulate in nasty dark corners where I could cheerfully ignore them. Yet when this ‘car birthday’ experience is over I wonder what all the fuss is about. There is a shiny irrepressible sense of virtuous self righteousness. More of that ‘What a good boy am I’ syndrome.
I find this too in my relationship with the Master. There is some stuff that I allow to settle in the interior places deep within me. To my detriment and often to others as well, somehow it is easier to allow it to stay there, ignore it, pretend that it isn’t there or worse, kid myself that it doesn’t matter, when of course, it does matter. It matters very much.
So I take a deep breathe, put a line through the diary and go and do my spiritual vacuum. Again I am surprised at the brevity and the ease of the process. Why did I dread this moment of liberation and joy? This is what has been needed for so long. How did I forget the exhilaration of finally getting my stuff together?
We all have these ‘cleansing tasks’ to accomplish. Scrubbing the floor, weeding the garden, that exercise regime, the card that needs writing. Fessing up and saying sorry. We procrastinate about them for far too long.
So I cheer you on friend and encourage you. Take a deep breath and do want you know to be right. Go on… you know you want to. OK.. so you know you need to.