Love Reflected back.

​If you have read any of my blogs you would already know how much I love cleaning and clearing spaces.  I say how I make love to my saucepans because I lovingly clean them, I love to use Gumpton and give them a really good scrub after they have been used. I love to look into the bottom of the saucepan and get a shinning reflection back.
 
Cleaning is about so much more then cleaning. It is a reflection of how you live in every way.
 
The other night I was hanging my whites on an inside line before I went to bed. I love to hang everything I can on coat-hangers and then hang the rest in a loving order.
 
The next morning as I was walking to the office I was stopped in my tracks. I stood there looking at the clothes hanging on the line. It felt like slow motion.
I looked at the detail that I had hung the clothes on the line, the loving way that I had faced them in a particular way, like they were all looking in the same direction. The socks were also all walking in the same direction.
 
What I felt as I stood looking at the clothes on the line was the love that I had hung them in, the playfulness, the joy that doing this little job before bed gave me and then to get up the next morning and feel the quality as I walked past, all the love, joy and playfulness that I had hung them in the previous night. It felt divine.