Warning to my mother. This post may cause you serious shock. Please relax, and yes, it is true, most days.
I am always on the quest for things to improve my current state of being. Sometimes they are found in big places, and sometimes in small. For the past several months I've been doing a pretty small thing that has truly made a difference to me.
I've been making our bed.
I know, this seems like nothing big. There have been moments in my life when I actually argued the ridiculousness of bed making...you're just going to mess it up, right? I've become a bed making convert.
Karen Maezen Miller was part of my inspiration to make our bed in her post on Shambhala Sun. I wish I could say my own mother, a very dedicated bed maker, was my inspiration. But instead, I will say this was mostly my own inspiration, in a quest for a small way to feel some control over my life, to have a space, however small, that is clean and neat and beckoning rest. Our bed, made neatly or hurriedly, gives me that. And I'll take any little peace that I can.
The stack of books on my headboard? Here they are, if you are interested.