Clear the Waters

“Never trust a woman with a really clean house,” my mom likes to say, and we joke about how angry someone would have to be to scrub every inch so thoroughly.

I do like to clean up my space when I am feeling frustrated, confused, overwhelmed. Clear up my surroundings to help clear up my insides – as without, so within!

And it is easy for me to throw myself into cleaning and organizing, purging and rearranging, when I am angry. It feels almost frantic, like I need to regain control of something, I need something to be in order – and as quickly as possible.

I feel I am a mess right now. I’ve been through a lot of changes, a lot of challenge lately (many stories for many other times, probably). A lot of it is very positive! A lot of things I have worried about have been coming together. I have many things to feel good about, many things to feel very thankful for, usually I am walking around with a full heart. Overflowing, even.

But one person can only handle so much. Perhaps I have burst open a bit. Perhaps it’s hard to keep growing and evolving, to keep creating and keep moving when I am adjusting to working, having so many new demands on my time and energy.

So I’ve felt strained and distracted, easily frustrated. And my kids, too, have seemed to be stressed and a lot less patient and cooperative. My house feels like it is exploding with half finished projects and half tidied messes. Energy so scattered, so distracting, so disturbing.

I’ve been struggling with my desire to reach out almost as a way to detach. I want to give myself some grace, some reprieve, some rest – but I can’t just turn away from what has become a burning pile all around me.

I’ve decided to follow my compulsion to do some deep cleaning and decluttering, and then I plan to cleanse the energy around here with some dried herbs I was gifted by a lovely friend.

I started going through the kids’ toys the other day, with a donate box and a garbage bag, expecting that I was going to ruthlessly cut a chunk out of their abundant bits and pieces that spill out all over the house.

I did do some cleaning, find a few things to go, got some of it organized and put away, but it had very little effect. I get stuck on their toys, now. I have decluttered them so very many times. There are so many playsets that they actually use and appreciate.

In the end, I stashed a bit more things away. We happen to have a crawl space that I can hide things in, in previous houses I would stack boxes up in closets. At least, not having all their things accessible at once limits the amount of mess that can happen at once time.

I have stuck away more toys three times in the last few months, now I do feel like I can see the difference. Whether it will change the amount of mess, only time will tell.

I’m reminding myself that clearing space takes time. I am following through with this urge, though, and honoring Imbolc in this way – I am spring cleaning! Snow be damned! I am clearing space so we can grow!

As a gesture of self care, I have cleaned under my fridge and my stove today. I spent a fair amount of time this afternoon putting things back in place, and wiping some areas I don’t usually get to.

I still feel on edge a bit more than I would like.

I still feel some uncertainty about what I need most from myself right now, and how I can accomplish more regular maintenance on myself than crisis management when I burn out.

But, I have taken a step! I am doing what I can, taking more responsibility for my space and working on getting my kids to take more responsibility for themselves, as well.

I will update again as things progress!

Thanks all, please feel free to share your own adventures in deep cleaning and/or stress release!

Hey, Thanks.

This life is so full. This life that I could not quite imagine before, come true. The home, all the comforts, companionship, love, the support, the insight, the inspiration, the energy to carry it all forward.

I don’t always know how to take it all in.

The cold grip of winter came, but then receded. Fall is not done, yet, there are things left to prune. There is collecting and storing left to do.

And we look upon death approaching. We see the coming freeze, we know that soon we will stand still.

I look at how I have been filled.

In the chaos and wonder of this time of our transitions, there has been so much to do. So much time to run through. So many items were touched, sorted, stored carefully, now unwrapped and finding spaces in our new home.

Life taken apart and put back together.

We’ve started school drop offs and pickups. The older two have been fighting a lot more than I would have expected. I’ve been losing my cool a lot more than I would have hoped.

How can there be so much new life, so much joyful expansion, joyful celebration and so much discord, so much discomfort, so much striking out at the same time?

I feel we are stretching, growing past what we knew before. It’s lovely, but it is not always pretty.

We’ve been sick in rounds. The third seems to be starting now, I haven’t felt like we’ve completely mended since the first.

And I find myself wondering why one child is lashing out, seemingly out of control yet starving for acceptance and play.

Wondering why another collapses so often at the slightest discomfort or challenge at times.

And I think I do get it. I start to understand.

For as much as we have shifted, there is a lot to be settled into, now. And for as much as I have wanted a break myself, I know I could be giving these kids more of my own grounding, my own awareness, my own care and time than I have been allowing.

I get embarrassed when I start to crack, when I yell, when I can’t seem to cope. I feel guilty.

But I get that, too. I get that sometimes I need to be clued into myself, too…

So we slow down. We watch the shifting winds bring each leaf to the ground. Each in their own time, none putting up much of a fight, then.

I don’t see the whole picture of how we come to be through this chapter. I think that’s okay.

It’s strange starting something new in the season of endings. But we know that there’s beginning in the endings anyway.

Now we’re setting up and cozying into our new space, just in time to watch the winter blow in.

I’ve been counting my blessings, I guess I am counting my strains among them now, too. It’s all good, it really is. Eventually.

Many thanks for all of you, I hope you have a lot of thanks to give, too.