When you’re in the midst of an exhaustive house cleaning, and the sun hits your face through the window, and a deep Rest washes over you, in the form of a formless Surrender.
For a moment, you are Home, floating in the depths of your native Allowance. Rays of light are Embraced beside waves of exhaustion, miracles of the same ancient Source, a coming together of sanctity within and without your tenuous being.
You live for these moments of Clarity, of invulnerable Love. But you realize, even as you continue to purge your home of “impurity,” this Love is always with you. And nothing is really impure.