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Oh, Yes.

It's a day of hazy, cloud blurred sun.  A tickle of a breeze brushes through the trees creating a hushed murmur.  I set about the task of hanging freshly washed clothes on the line.  I bend to the wicker basket, reach for a wet shirt, shake it and pin it to the line.  The breeze takes it and makes it dance like a pinned puppet on a wire. Brushing the hair from my eyes I repeat the process, kicking the wicker basket with my bare foot to move it down the row as I go.   I feel so completely connected to this moment.  A chore I have done for forty years and yet every time, a wave of sublime contentment and tender peace washes over me as I participate in this simple, mundane, tiny movement of living.

 

 

 

Freestanding Freestanding 51-55, F 5 Responses Aug 19, 2009

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Thank you Freya for hearing what I was trying to say.

Namaste.

Thank you for writing this! Being awake to life really is a glorious thing. For a second just now, I got to be alive to pinning a shirt on a clothesline.

Crikey! I do it as quickly as possible, cursing the line which seems to get tangled up and wondering why the hell there is so much washing day after day!

But beautifully written and very evocative Nancy.

I envy your serenity and think maybe I should get a bit more zen like with domestic chores as I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time doing them!!

Laundry with a mountain view, how wonderful. :)

It's good to mix some pleasure with the mundane chores of life. I look out over the fields at the mountain range to the west when hanging out the laundry.