There are times when the world is simply too much...
This is when I escape. Sometimes I escape to laundry..
Yes, I am odd that way,but somehow when I am folding a basket full of clothes, or ironing a shirt to it's crispest best. I feel a sense of relief, like somehow I have helped the old world become a better place.
There's a type of cathartic measure to placing my hands on top of a stack of neatly folded towels...
I exhale deeply and consider all the blessings laundry bestows...
I let go of what is beyond my scope of reason while I smooth, fold and stack.
It's a wholesome medicine and it seems to help this old soul take on the world again.
In today's hectic and technology driven world, solace still remains simple.
This is when I escape. Sometimes I escape to laundry..
Yes, I am odd that way,but somehow when I am folding a basket full of clothes, or ironing a shirt to it's crispest best. I feel a sense of relief, like somehow I have helped the old world become a better place.
(I am honestly not sure how hubby ended up with this many dress shirts when he works a blue collar job..:)
There's a type of cathartic measure to placing my hands on top of a stack of neatly folded towels...
I exhale deeply and consider all the blessings laundry bestows...
I let go of what is beyond my scope of reason while I smooth, fold and stack.
It's a wholesome medicine and it seems to help this old soul take on the world again.
