The view outside my sorta kitchen sink window. My sink is in the corner of the counter looking at the backsplash!
Most days I spend a lot of time at my kitchen sink. Before leaving the house I always make sure the morning dishes are clean. Depending on what I bake or cook throughout the day, there are more dishes to be done in the afternoon. And then of course those after supper dishes.
I have a dish washer. I have only ever used it twice. The act of doing dishes--running the water to hot, filling the sink with hot water & soap suds, the act of taking the dirty dishes, scrubbing them clean and placing them to dry--I find very soothing. Many time as I go through the familiar motions my mind wanders. I think of my to-do list. Or what to cook next. Or the worries I have. I find I often pray while I am doing the dishes. And then there are other times I don't think of much at all.
I find the act of washing dishes to be a symbol of the service I do for my family. Because there are dirty dishes--I have cooked food for them. They have eaten that food. I am now washing the plates & silverware & glasses & pan that held the food I prepared to nourish those I love. Thanks to the dirty dishes they have full bellies. Doing the dishes reminds me that I am taking care of my family in the most fundamental way--by providing food.
And when they are all clean, piled sparkling on the dish dryer, more times then not I get a feeling of deep satisfaction. Another meal has been prepared, cooked, consumed and cleaned up.
Weaving words with the Write ALM prompts for March.