#house cleaning

[witchble]

Sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is clean your room, open the window, and let the air move again. Energy needs circulation just like lungs do.

[lesbianhouseplant]

Okay, time for some house cleaning. If you disagree with any of these then get off my blog

Trans women are women

Trans men are men

Nonbinary people are nonbinary

Bisexuals, pansexuals, and omnisexuals are valid

Arospec and acespec people are valid

Trans women deserve to be included in women spaces

Trans lesbians deserve to be included in lesbian spaces

Trans men deserve to be included in men’s spaces

Gay trans men deserve to be included in gay spaces

Black lgbtq+ people deserve to be included in our community

Indigenous lgbtq+ people deserve to be included in our community

LGBTQ+ people of all races deserve to be included in our community

You’re never too old to transition or discover your sexuality

Respect is not given but earned

Polyamorous relationships are valid

Monogamous relationships are valid

And lastly, but sure not leastly,

IT IS NEVER OKAY TO DISCRIMINATE AGAINST SOMEONE FOR THINGS OUT OF THEIR CONTROL. RACE, SEXUALITY, GENDER IDENTITY, AGE, DISABILITY, ETC. AND THIS DOES INCLUDE DISCRIMINATION AGAINST PEOPLE SEEN AS THE STANDARDS

I pray this won’t lose me too many followers. Not because I care about followers but because I hope not many people disagree with this

[softly-domestic]

We are homemakers, sahms, mothers, stay at home wifes, homeschooling mothers… We have personally chosen to embrace the depth and warmth that our traditional roles offer. Despite the rapid pace of the modern world, we are building unshakeable sanctuaries within our homes.

Every corner of our home transforms into a true haven through our touch. Every meal we prepare is not just sustenance, but an offering kneaded with our love. Every lesson we teach our children is not just knowledge, but a compass for their life's journey. And every moment of patience we show is a powerful legacy we leave to future generations.

Let us remember, our choices are our greatest reward. With every moment we dedicate to our families, we make the world a more beautiful and meaningful place. We should be proud of ourselves for undertaking this sacred task and for filling our homes with love, wisdom, and compassion every single day. Our presence at home is a strength, an inspiration, and an elegance that will echo through generations.

We are the heart of our homes. We will keep shining our light! ✨

[al-firdaus]

When I used to live with my parents, my mum would always deep clean the house before Ramaḍan and I used to ask her, why are you cleaning the house? And she’d always say, “because Ramaḍan is coming” and I never used to understand that.

And now that i’m married and I have my own house, i’ve carried that tradition of cleaning the house with me and I was doing that today and it literally dawned on me.

What do we do when we’re expecting guests?

We prepare.

We hoover our rooms even though guests won’t enter our rooms, we make sure the bathroom is spotless in case they use it, we wipe down surfaces and we put bakhoor on so the house smells beautiful.

We make everything look fresh, welcoming, and full of warmth.

Because that’s how you honour someone’s arrival.

And Ramaḍan is a special guest. One that comes for 30 days, fills our home with barakah, and then leaves, only to return the next year.

So why wouldn’t we prepare for the most beautiful of guests in the most beautiful way?

Cleaning the house is our way of saying,

“O Ramaḍan, welcome back because we’ve missed you.”

[welldigger62]

I had to face up to the dreaded H word today. You know the one, housecleaning. ☹️ I started in the bathroom and after that I kind of was jumping around here and there. I am making a dent in it.

I also had to go out and get the recycling bin from this morning’s pickup. While I was out, I walked around and picked up a few more broken branch pieces from the ice storm. ⛈️

Here is my collection. Two of these are branches from apple tree trimming. Those pine branches are from the tree in front. All these are resting in my trailer, waiting for spring (and me). 🫤

[sereneharbor]

Alhamdulillah 💯🙂‍↕️

[ahedderick]

Houseproud

Something about a farmhouse. The dirt is just incredible. My back porch is just a tiny thing, technically a balcony since porches are supposed to actually let you access the ground. Mine may have had steps and been a true porch back in the 60s, when Madeline and Earl lived here*, but we didn't need extra access.

Anyhow. I can remember, when the kids were little and in school and I was much younger, I used to go out and scrub the siding, porches, outside of doors, just everydamnthing in the late summer/early fall. It was so labor-intensive. Then my life turned upside down with Son's years-long battle with tickborne illness and, as that was coming to an end - whoops - eldercare. So, there were some housekeepy chores that simply had to get skipped for a. while.

I repainted the porches in 2020 (I think?) and delighted in how lovely they looked. Every spiderweb, though, every windblown poplar and sycamore seed, spots of mildew, actual green algea(?), dust, wasps, stinkbug goo, pet hair. It just. yuk.

This morning, bless you adhd meds, I got out on the back porch very early. swept as much of the dust and dead bugs and spiderwebs away as possible, then started scrubbing. I couldn't find my little house step ladder (beloved), so I had to make do with what I could reach. Still a massive improvement. The little wasp nest on the ceiling can stay, even when I do find my ladder. I get along just fine with bees and wasps; my mother, daughter, and I can generally handle them like small friends. One of my mother's "party tricks" was to pour a drop or two of soda in her palm and let any wasps that were checking out our picnic food sit and drink out of her hand.

The sun eventually peeped over the tops of the trees on the ridge, but I was done by then. Wiped down some neglected corners of the kitchen while I had the Motivation. It's sad how fast it gets dirty again. But, for today, I can look at it happily.

'* The house sat abandoned from the time they left to the time I bought it. Around 25 years.