Yoga of wiping the tiles and thinking of work..

The last part of the weekly cleaning is mopping the tiles downstairs. It is a nice kind of feeling.. as this is the signal that the four hours or so work has completed and the house 'light up nice' and so.. at least for a couple of days until you know it is getting time to clean again.

Restless nights around a workshop which was difficult to do left the body in a kind of pain. Mosquitoes which fed on my body and might have exchanged zika for nourishment balanced the nice feeling of breakfast near the  back track operations on the Corentyne. roti, aloo choka, baigan choka, salt fish .

 The car man driving from Berbice bridge to Georgetown was doing 120 and 140 Km/h and my body still has the toxins from the stress of that speed driving and the man's assurances that he normally makes Gt to skeldon in 1 hour and 17 minutes.



I thought of saying no to one of the paid assignments, but when wiping the tiles I thought, okay,, so far so good, day is going good.. you can do the two  things today and finish them off.

It used to be much easier to switch mode... from wiping to writing , or to write in my head while wiping.. but with mindfulness on finishing the tasks at hand and staying focussed to complete them.. it means one thing after another. Breathing and and not rushing and not worrying about the mode switching.

New discipline to be learned to give up on multi-tasking which ends up with nothing and be intense on one thing at a time.


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  1. AnonymousJuly 19, 2016 at 9:53 AM

    I feel good after I clean a sense of accomplish ment

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