Getting Into The Zen
Via dust mop. Yep, dust mop. As I was dust mopping my new floors today I slowly began to experience a quieting of thought and emotion. It reminded me of Japanese Zen gardens where the landscape is primarily a bed of pebbles mindfully raked and cared for by the gardener. Moving from room to room lightly pushing the swiffer over the floors I felt a kinship with the pebble rakers and an understanding of the placidity of the simple act of deliberate movement. I thought about the last time I dust mopped (is there another word now? Swiffered?) which was when I was around 12 back in the ‘70’s. Dust mopping was one of my after school chores but the tool then was a big, round cloth mop that had to be shaken outside after use. (Do kids still have chores in the 21st century? Or has housekeeping become the occupation of or lower socioeconomic women and professional cleaners like Merry Maids?) Anyway, even back then dust mopping was one chore I really didn’t mind because of the ease of the work and the rhythmic movement although I knew nothing about mindfulness or Zen. I only knew it was a good time to daydream and let all of life’s little irritations fall away. This may turn out to be my new mode of meditation.