Some of you may think I’m crazy. But there is comfort in the daily.
The round of dishes that need washing, rinsing, drying.
The baskets of laundry that need washing, drying, folding, sorting.
The rumpled beds that need straightening, pillows that need fluffing.
The crumbs on the floor that need sweeping.
These are the tasks that a body can do while the mind is mulling.
The creative slow-cooker is the daily grid.
The plants get watered on Wednesdays.
Mondays is for money: paying bills, going to the bank.
There is comfort in the routine. These tasks need to get done anyway, why not use them as a template for allowing the really
important stuff of life to bubble up.
The weeds need to be pulled out, and so does my negative thinking. Two necessary duties for the price of one.
The counters need to be wiped down and so does my self-righteousness.
The bathtub needs scrubbing to get the soap scum off so the porcelain can shine. My thoughts need scubbing, too.
Whatever is pure, lovely, truthful, noble, etc. Think on these things. Scripture admonishes.
There are no tasks too small, only spirits too small to see the divine, infinite possibilities.
Every dream seems possible at sunset
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