A Meditation for Washing Up
Here I am washing up again. As I pick bits of cereal out from under my nails, scrub crusted saucepans that haven't yet soaked, and stack more plates than I really should unsafely in my drying rack to avoid drying them, I try to shift from grumpy resentment into my little washing up meditation...
The water running over my hands reminds me of the sea.
I try to remember moments of peace, of my skin being caressed by the water as I splash and swim and float on my back looking up at the sky.
I am reminded that I am made of water. This miraculous liquid that connects us, cleans us, and supports us.
And I am reminded of how lucky I am to have access to clean hot water, at the turn of my tap.
I can protect my children from germs with a simple squirt of washing up liquid, and a wipe.
I am so lucky to have them, healthy and here.
I may think I hate washing up. But this life, of clean water, good health, regular food, this life of washing up is a gift.
Now all I need is a drying up meditation, or one that will magically imbue me with safer stacking skills.