I sweep my front walk in the mornings, as well as my driveway. Benny is always out there with me and he’s not always helping. I live under an acre of oaks so there are always leaves and fallen branches overnight. I used to look at it as a chore, and I resisted it. When I began to think of it as part of my daily spiritual practice, it became a welcome ritual.  As I sweep I bring to mind how much I enjoy my home and grounds. I not only sweep the walk to keep it clear for mail and delivery persons, I sweep it to clear the way for new good to arrive in whatever form the Universe wants to deliver it.  I sweep the dried leaves into the yard as mulch so it returns to the land as nourishment. As I sweep, I also sweep away any cobwebs of confusion that may linger from yesterday into today. I sweep in clarity of purpose and focus of intent. I acknowledge that I live a blessed life, shared with loving others.  I’m blessed to work at home surrounded by loving family and to have a comfortable life.  Sweeping clears my mind for the day, as well as the driveway. Keeping my space clear of unnecessary items has become a great metaphor for keeping my life clear and uncluttered. When I find things piling up, that reveals my state of mind and that tells me I’ve got some internal work to do.

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