There are a million ways to sweep: rushed and sloppy, short with quick efficiency, grand sweeps with an eloquent back swing, a sneak attack...all great lifetime metephors. Today the sweep was exhilarating, meaningful and poetic...i half smiled as dust-made masterpieces graced the floor; light and space settled into a fresh and dazzled awareness.. and yet again, i am humbled to return to the practice. That's the thing- sometimes the mundane is mind-blowing and the simple a symphony.