This is sooooo sexy, isn’t it?

My roommate has been down with a respiratory bug for a week and sleeping most of the time.  He alternates between sleeping and hacking.  He moves from the bed to the couch and back.  As he slept on the couch, I went into his room and put on some Native American music so he could get a healing as he dozed.  I went into the office to work but could only think of the mound of laundry he had in the corner.  “How much of the clothes all around your room need to be washed?”  I asked last week.  “All of them,” was the reply.  I’m a firm believer in whoever is bugged by a mess should resolve the mess.   Since I found his laundry bothered me, I decided I could either complain to him about it and coax him to jump through that hoop, or I could just do the laundry and only do it if I could be happy about doing it.  Not if I felt like he should be doing it. And if in the spirit of seva we are doing all actions for the Beloved, then I’d actually be doing God’s laundry and how cool an honor is it to get to do that?  And if we are all truly One, why does it matter who does what and who gets the credit for anything?

Of course, as I began do throw laundry in, I was paying too much attention to what I should sort.  I didn’t notice until I was pulling the two loads out of the dryer that I realized only half of it might have been dirty laundry.  The rest was just clothes he never put away.  I had to laugh, but what great feng shui to wash every item of clothing in that room, which is the prosperity corner of the house.  He was still asleep on the couch as I began putting his clothes away in the empty dresser drawers.  He must be like me in my office:  I want to see everything all at once, all in one layer, not put away in a drawer or file until the matter was addressed.  To each their own.