Cleaning

I don't believe that you can call something your home if you don't clean it.  If you are a child and you clean nothing in the house, then you live in your parent(s) home.  Do you clean your hotel room? No, it is not your home.  It is temporary in the journey of life.  Cleaning brings me into the present moment.  And it deals with my ego or vaunted self-importance, how I am so needed in the world that I have no time for cleaning.  I do cleaning at the monastery.  It gives me a sense of home.  So this blog is short so that you can clean the desk or table upon which sits the device that you are reading.  It is on your lap?  Any crumbs there?