The floor is swept.
The dustbin is by the door.
Now the chore everyone hates. The windows.
The light in the room is a little dim. A little gray. You look outside, but the horizon looks blurry.
Windows are how we see the world. But over time, they get a film on them. It is the stuff we have heard so often we stopped questioning it. It is the stuff we pick up online, or a bad conversation, or just the habit of thinking you already know what is going to happen before it happens.
We get so used to the grime that we forget it is there. We just think the world is naturally gray and blurry. We start to believe the horizon does not exist.
So, we take the paper towel, we take the Windex, and we wipe.
We are not trying to change the view. The view is what it is. We are just trying to see it for what it actually is, instead of what our stuff tells us what that view is.
When we clean the windows, we do not do it all in one go. We find a spot, we wipe harder, and we see a view that is a little clearer. Then we move to the next window.
When we are finished, we take the paper towel and drop it on the floor next to the dustbin full of noise by the door.
The light changes in the room when the glass is clean. We become aware of how brighter the world looks when we are not looking through a layer of old, dusty opinions. The streak of expecting the worst. The smear of forgetting how often things work out. The smudge of thinking this is the way things are.
It turns out the horizon was there the whole time. We just needed to wipe away the grime that was keeping us from seeing it.
We cannot control the view, but we can control the Windex.
A couple more posts, and when the Spring Cleaning is completed, our inner voice will be a little louder and a little clearer.
It is easier to hear that wonderful voice when you can see the view and swept up the noise.
The floor is swept. The windows are clean.
Enjoy the view. Enjoy the swept floors.
The Way of Baleine.
The best way to listen is to stop talking.
This is today’s track.
