Sunday, May 17, 2009

Hanging Wash

Excerpted from Suzanne Clark's book Sketches of Home.

"The way I felt about the wash was poetry. Here go hands into a wet clump of clothes, then up fly sheets to be pinned against wind. Socks and bras, shirts, nighties, diapers and towels become glorious kites while about me run two small children laughing like windchimes and I feel pure as the snow-white sun."

Isn't this beautiful? Sometimes I think it is easy to forget the God given joy of our daily tasks like laundry. Yet, this little excerpt reminded me in all its loveliness how these seemingly mundane chores can renew us. I think it all depends on our perspective.

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