By accident, really
I was pulling out something else
Didn’t realize bits of an older version of me
Were just stuck back there in my brain attic, waiting to fall out
I was looking at one thing, but got another
Imagine my surprise to find that squirrely me
Just gnawing away at the old pine rafters, full of pitch and tar
I was thinking it was all cleaned out, dead and gone, buried like the past
Alas, no
Such is not the case
It’s a damn shame seeing as my boots are new and white
Still, I have a decent broom, and more, a heart that knows it’s worthy
Spring cleaning
Sometimes it goes right into summer
Sometimes, you’ve been doing nothing but bullshitting yourself in top soil
I’ve been messing around with nothing but fat tar-babies that suck you in, before spitting you out
Meditation Travelogue 
Yup, sometimes I wake up and find it’s been gnawing away on something. Next time that happens, instead of taking those old worries seriously I’ll just picture a squirrel running around in the attic, and laugh instead. Thanks for the great image!
You can understand why Buddhist refer to it as Monkey Mind!
I love this post. I too have a good broom. Sometimes it feels too heavy to hold. Sometimes I play some music that makes me shake my tail feathers as I sweep. Sending love hugs and appreciation 🌸
I’d say it gives another meaning to women and brooms. There’s most indeed magic in our hands.