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?



3 comments:

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

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

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  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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