I was washing the pots and pans.
Something about putting any part of my
body in water and something changes.
I’ve noticed that in the shower
how suddenly I could be singing out in pure joy
or crying quietly letting the water wipe my tears.
I wondered what it would be like to wash the pots and pans like a prayer.
Like a prayer, like mindfully, like I was fully present with what I was doing
not like it was something to check off my list of things to get done today
And having the warm water just made it so easy, just immerse my hands
in warm water and soapy bubbles and begin to wash the contours of these
pots and pans that held my creation of cream of broccoli soup.
Wash them like a prayer.
Honor them like a prayer.
What can I do today
like a prayer
noticing
details
of so much that
goes unnoticed.
Being
Just being.
Mostly everything.
Love, Bethie
Anything , except breaking simple promises we make .
No quest for beauty or truth can justify breaking a promise .
Beauty of that simple dependability is infinite .
Akash