There's comfort in the everyday. When the world is shifting all around you; when nothing is constant...there is one thing that remains constant: the everyday. And I love the everyday.
There is such comfort in waking up, going for a run, coming back to shower and dress. Then it's downstairs to cook breakfast. You eat, then clean. Washing dishes by hand is such a blessing. The meditation of the whole activity brings me such peace. The floors are then swept. Laundry is put in the washer. Then it's off for an activity. Morning snack preparation, clean up, wash dishes.
Lunch. Cook. Eat. Clean. Sweep. Wash. Afternoon: dry clothes, fold clothes, tidy up, start dinner, prepare afternoon snack, clean up and wash dishes, quiet time with some knitting and stories on the couch, outside time, then back in.
Dinner. Eat. Clean. Sweep. Wash. Repeat day after day after day.
I used to find these daily tasks tedious. In the last few months of constant shifts, I have been finding my peace in these simple doings. They are grounding, they are constant. They provide that break from the unknown and fill my soul with just what I need.
Washing the dishes has become an escape; a healthy escape from what is sometimes the overwhelming uncertainty of our days. It is always there, welcoming me to come and just be, even if just for a moment. And sometimes a moment is all we need.