Who'd a thunk it?
The quiet comfort of folding laundry. The sudsy warmth of hands in dishwasher, the swish of rinse, the click-clunk as the plate settles in to its slot in the drying rack. I revel in the rhythm of my shoveling duties and relax to the hum of the vacuum cleaner.
Those of you out there who know me are most likely falling off your chairs; either from raucous laughter or from shock.
It is true. I find these moments to be... momentous.
I let my memories come to mind, I soften my heart and, often, my tongue. I embrace the simple joy of a task well done.
It is a treasure to have the time to fold that shirt correctly. It is a pleasure to delve my hands into soapy water. I can take an hour to bathe the dog.
We get confused. Misled. Way-laid. Life, my friends, is not the big rush; the huge party; the gigantic event. Life is not the fancy restaurant. It is the making of a huge salad with your child chopping veggies at your side. It is the ease of conversation that flows from small chores shared. It is, indeed, the mundane.
Try. Just breathe and slow down and try. Try to lose yourself in the creases of a king size bed sheet. Look out the window and take in the details of your yard or street as you rinse dishes. Put away the food processor and take out the knife. Start chopping away at your stress and your worry and your fears.
It is a gloriously simple thing, this embracing the every day tasks and finding joy in the mundane. This task is yours; make the next thing you do, no matter how basic, momentous.
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