Hello there, friend,
This morning, as I was getting ready for the day, my daughter asked if she could make my bed. I laughed and said yes. She finished as I was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing the wrinkles in my shirt. She stood beside me, then drew a heart in the dust on the dresser. I laughed again.
If yesterday afternoon had a theme, it would have been outer order contributes to inner calm. Because I had no inner calm and the clutter was making me nuts. I went from room to room dealing with piles and messes. I put away toys and laundry. I sent out mail and cleaned the top of the refrigerator. I threw the old magazines away.
Then I went upstairs to my bedroom and made the bed. It felt incredibly good to get some calm into my own bedroom. I thought about Kathleen Norris, who wrote that making the bed is an act of kindness to yourself. Because in a way, it is. As I cleaned and tidied up, I could feel the inner calm. It felt good. But I didn't deal with the dust. I'll save that for another day.