There is no implement I love more than the broom, and few activities I find more pleasant than sweeping. Everybody, everywhere sweeps. It’s universal. It’s like meditation. It is meditation. It’s simple, direct and immediate. When I feel anxious I go out and sweep the driveway. The motion is soothing and gentle. The sound of sweeping is ancient. One of the first tasks my mother taught me was how to sweep and hold the dustpan. I still can’t hold it just right, but I keep trying! I personally love a good flat straw broom the best, and thank the Shakers for inventing them. There is really nothing better than a broom.