Acting Without the Drama

October 28, 2008.  White carpets.  Three children.  You do the math.

We have a carpet cleaner, because it just seems to make sense to have one on hand.  You know.  Because of the math.

I don’t love cleaning carpets. The detergent is a little smelly and is really harsh when it gets on my hands.  The carpet gets all wet and when I walk back over it it’s all cold and stuff.

Okay, that last one isn’t so much a real complaint.

Here’s what I do love.  I love seeing the carpets as the dirt comes up.  It goes from stained and dirty to clean and fresh.

My life’s landscape starts feeling like the dirty carpets sometimes.  There are so many things from my past that feel like the stains and dirt.  And for the first time, I feel like I have a carpet cleaner.  A way to clean up the old stuff.

Because the old stuff is just moments of disconnect that haven’t had a chance to heal.  And the only way to let them heal is to open up and allow the connection to happen.  I know, I know, but love really is the answer.  It cleans up the carpets.

So, I’m sitting in a room with a clean carpet, and enjoying what is beginning to feel like a clean soul.

Not bad for a Wednesday night. 

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