Today I introduce you to “the washing up”. A very real image of home life, and actual a representation of our inner and outer world.
Again, I am sure it will be one of those pictures that will be once again ignored by most; as it is not a pretty image; but is a raw and visceral imagery.
“It’s a mess” is the only title I could give to this picture. Many of us have such unwashed items in our figurative sink that we call our soul/heart/mind.
I constantly wonder how many of you who read these posts have things piling up and piling up inside and instead of facing the mess that it is, you ignore, in the hopes that some pixies come along and clean things up.
Do you have magical creatures that come and do the washing up for you at home?
Sure, you have a dishwasher perhaps; but even that needs to be loaded with the dishes, the washing tab inserted and someone needs to start the machine. And if we take a step back, someone needed to buy the machine, install it, for it to be ready. Not only that someone needed to buy the machine; but someone needed to earn the money to be able to afford it. And of course, you would not have a dishwashing machine if someone had not invented it, and someone did not put the parts together in the right way for it to work; and someone shipped it for you. And so on and so on. So, if we break down, our washing up is not just the stuff that is in the “sink” or what is in the machine, but there is an entire process behind it.
Doesn’t this description feel like how your own dirty laundry built up inside of you?
Doesn’t it feel like perhaps you enabled some of these things to appear in your life?
Doesn’t it feel like some of it perhaps you invented?
Doesn’t it feel like some of it perhaps you have shipped into your life, but perhaps it would have been better to just leave it with those who created in the first place?
Doesn’t it feel like sometimes things just get clogged up so much that the “dishwasher” breaks?
Doesn’t it feel like sometimes you put the wrong soap in and therefore it’s frothing excessively?
Doesn’t it feel like perhaps someone needs to come along and help fix things? And of course, sometimes, it is time to just replace things because it has been repaired so many times that it is no longer viable.
Doesn’t it feel like sometimes our lives just need a total change in order to be able to move on?
I am not saying that we are a mess, but aren’t we?
So, when you do your laundry or you’re washing up next time; consider how many things you may need to wash out of your own system/life/soul/body.
As always join in the conversation in a comment, or journal your thoughts. We are ready to evolve, join us on the journey of discovery.
