Hanging laundry is
simple. Two metal Ts, small rope, wooden clips with springs and wet, heavy laundry.
a memory-- my well-loved teddy bear hanging on the line by his ears, his red ear-lining missing, lost somewhere in the washer.
a game-will it snow or rain before the clothes can dry?
satisfaction- a simple thing well done, each pin placed just so, and just enough of them so the strong winds won't blow the clothes into the neighbors yard.
a ritual. Done with presence in the moment, it is a ritual.
peace- the sun, the breeze, the mew of a kitten nearby, the green grass underneath.
sunshine stored in threads.
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