Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The expression of wet laundry

My dryer is broken.  It has been broken long enough that I cannot wait for the repairman.  I am doing the laundry, and hanging it out to dry.

As I look at the product of my labor - the shirts and socks hung neatly in a row, clothespins like small plastic stems, I realize this scene is foreign to me.  I am used to piles, not neat lines.  There is order, structure, and yes, I dare to say it, beauty in the expression of wet laundry.

Perhaps I am thinking fondly of the owner whose clothes I have washed, of the years and memories we have shared.  Maybe I am aware and appreciative – in a different way – of the work he does as he wears those socks and t-shirts.

Now I am off to sweep the kitchen floor.  Who knows what expression I will find there?


  1. This is sublime. Just love it. Reminds me of that zen classic, Chop Wood, Carry Water. :)

  2. Great thinking. Good things come out of everything! We are all so blessed.
    Aunt Diane

  3. Victoria, the zen is starting to wear off! (Still no repair.)
    Aunt Diane, thanks for your words. Nice to "see" you here. :)


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