Sometimes my mind is like an overstuffed clothes hamper ...

The lid pops open. I realize it's time to sort. Dark thoughts from light. Thoughts that tend to bleed. Thoughts that need a softener. Thoughts I have no idea what to do with. My laundry list of thoughts ... the invaders of my peace of mind. Some thoughts require soaking to remove the stains of the past ... past revelries, past humiliations, past indulgences, past impulses, past clumsiness, past celebrations, past regrets, past losses, past gains ... past, past, past. To make matters worse, here come the feelings. I begin to wonder, how did I allow this pile to accumulate? What's wrong with me? And then, I remember ... it's laundry. Everyone has laundry. If you live a life you have laundry. Sometimes, laundry accumulates because we are distracted. Sometimes, because we feel lazy. Most times, laundry accumulates because we are alive. And then, something magical happens ... I become grateful for the overstuffed hamper that is my mind. I realize that I am living a full life. I get dirty. My thoughts and feelings become muddled ... in need of sorting. Slowly, deliberately, gratefully, I sort. I cleanse. I live. I repeat. ~ Dee

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