For the past couple of weeks I have been cleaning my house like a mad woman. While I clean my mind works as quickly and diligently as my hands. It is almost therapy for me. As much as I enjoy just the pure cleanliness of my home, I think I prefer the cleanliness of my mind more.

With a clean mind I have been able to focus more on other things. Such as my writing. Often after a good day of house cleaning I can sit at night and write something. It may be just be a blog entry or a small scene for my novel, but it is something. And it's free of the frustrations and cloudiness that have been blocking the way. Those things have been cleared out during hours of vacuuming and dusting and loads of laundry.

So when I clean out the clutter from my home I also clean it out of my mind and heart...