Laundry Day
I don't like doing laundry. It never ends. So to add interest today, as I am sorting laundry, I practice my nascent Spanish. Calcetines rosados.. jeans azules.. camisa azul y blanca.. La camisa de mi esposo está vieja. As I practice and practice it begins to dawn on me the magnitude of what I am doing. As I name each article of clothing in Spanish, I begin to gain gratitude for the clothing in my life. I am well clothed in materials and colors that I love. And I am doing laundry with a washer and dryer in my home. Then I will put them away in my closet and my dresser to keep them safe and neat. What an array of riches I complain about every laundry day! I feel gratitude and a bit chagrined at my blindness to these treasures not all in this world can claim.
"Life is a succession