Bundling twigs and attaching them together and tying them to a stick dates back to Biblical times when these twigs were used to sweep ash around fires. Named after thorny shrubs they were made of, the broom dates back far into the stories of those who have gone before us and has changed very little since its invention.
When I sweep, I am reminded of those before me who swept ashes, castles, cottages…those who tidied homes. I am inspired by the rhythms of old, the simple acts of tidying, tending and caring for the spaces we inhabit.
The gold leaves of my deciduous Crepe Myrtle tree blanket my driveway these past few weeks. I love to let them rest while marveling at the beauty of slowly letting go of the old and making space for the new. Today, I will sweep these leaves, gather them together and cover my compost bin with a layer of gold, expectantly anticipating the rich dark soil it will become.
If you do not own an outside broom, pick one up this week at your local hardware store or market. I like one with a good ole wooden handle and traditional bristles. Start with your front doorstep, shake off the doormat and set it aside, then sweep.